Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tino Utting
Songwriter
Marcel Fischer
Songwriter
Thomas Junietz
Songwriter
Testi
I am so sick of you
What you say, all your words
I am so sick of me
What I think, all my thoughts
Maybe I'm sick of our love
It seems to end. Sad but true
But this kiss shall never end. I need you
Fuck, we're stuck
How we can get out the mud
So stuck
Fuck, we're stuck
How we can get out the mud
So stuck
In the past, I would say we were one
In the past, we knew where we belong
Now it feels. Yeah not it feels
Somehow strange. So fucking strange
Passion fades. The passion fades
It seems to fail. It seems to fail
Is this the end
I love you less than yesterday and more than tomorrow
I am so sick of you
What you say, all your words
I am so sick of me
What I think, all my thoughts
Maybe I'm sick of our love
It seems to end. Sad but true
But this kiss shall never end. I need you
We lost one's way
We're stuck
We drown in mud
Drown in mud
We drown in mud
Drown in mud
Let go
Now it feels. Yeah not it feels
Somehow strange. So fucking strange
Passion fades. The passion fades
It seems to fail. It seems to fail
Is this the end
Maybe we have to split up. Maybe it's wrong
Maybe we'll know the answer after this song
So let the time decide
Written by: Marcel Fischer, Thomas Junietz, Tino Utting