The Horror

I’m tired of leaving and leaving and leaving and leaving and leaving and leaving
And I won’t come back no more
I burned the manifestos
Now I burn my guitar
People say:
«Don't, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t be so worried»
But worried, that’s what I am in fact
Every single moment parts us
No, no, no, no
This ain’t no place for lovers
So it’s me at the train station
Thinking 'bout you
And this lose-lose situation
Gone, gone, gone, all the horror
No, I won’t see you tomorrow
And not the day after the day and not the day after the day after tomorrow
I’ve walked and I’ve walked and walked and walked the whole city
I’ve been to Berthold and with Nico
I didn’t burn my guitar
But yes, I burned the manifestos
People say:
«Don't, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t be so worried»
But I’m not worried at all
I don’t need you like I need no borders, no nations
I need none of you lose-lose situations