It was the first he had a decaf'

It was the first he had a decaf'

And she had seen it with her own eyes you know

The road was still long, long with no ending

It was the last time she heard him laugh

And she would only believe what she saw

She heard voices pounding in her head

She heard voices pounding in her head

She heard voices in her head and all around

When they arrived they crossed the cemetery

The snow was deep, it made them shiver

Like the trees over the Neckar river

An epitaph was written on a grave

Right above the initials of his name

And she was dead before the age of forty

Soft moss and leaves felt like an unmade bed

Soft moss and leaves felt like an unmade bed

He could not remember when and why he was dead

Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin

Centuries of green towered above their heads

Centuries of green towered above their heads

My father lay somewhere below this earth

She heard voices pounding in her head

She heard voices pounding in her head

Hear the voices, I hear the voices

Hear the voices pounding in her head

Hear the voices pounding in her head

Hear the voices pounding in her head

Hear the voices pounding in her head

Hear the voices, I hear the voices

Hear the voices