Text: Richter | Musik: Tost, Richter

//____ Teardrops on your food, you know that she said goodbye
Oh, too much pain. And you think you’re gonna die
But in your mind you’ve got to lose reality
and take you bike to fantasy

There you meet her and she says, I love you so.
But you know it’s a dream and that’s a bitter blow
Because your bike’s driving fast through your fantasy
and you call: it’s a game, it’s on me

Spend the day with a new direction
In your head you will rule the action
It’s not fair, it’s a bad game she plays
And as yet she hasn’t paid

As she will answer you, you are many miles away
And she knows in herself she has yet to pay
For the bad game she plays with another guy
And you’re driving away with your bike to sky

Spend the day with a new direction
In your head you will rule the action
It’s not fair, it’s a bad game she plays
And as yet she hasn’t paid

Suddenly you wake up on your TV chair
Your food is cold and your hurting is everywhere
But in your mind you’ve got to lose reality
and take you bike to fantasy

Spend the day with a new direction
In your head you will rule the action
It’s not fair, it’s a bad game she plays
And as yet she hasn’t paid ____\\