Troubled, Out And Red - Tea for two

Life once meant one big cruel game

Hey, do you want to play with me

You take the figures

It’s all the same

You’ve got the permission to ride on the scree

In this ugly pink painted kitchen.

I took the first bite of my slice of bread

Spreaded only with butter and red hot spices

This is the fourth beer for this evening

As if I was to drug my feelings

With hate and with passion

I overstrain my senses

Troubled, out and red

When I’m looking to the stars

Troubled, out and red

But no one’s calling

I’ve got some problems with ordering my mind.

In my thoughts

I’m writing a long letter to You — hunting for words.

I hope You’ll excuse that it took such a long time.

I don’t want to write

I’d like to talk

As a matter of fact

Do nothing at all.

I’d like to observe the fishes

Beeing troubled out and red

I’d like to have an enormous chess cup

With Neptune and his people