The old love, the one that escaped me

Lies there and no one touches it any more

A long time ago, before the pornographic movies

The was some thing simple, longing to

 

With the remote control I look far away,

You were a bride's dress,
and I am stuck in the suit of our lives

With the remote control I look far away,

I will not let you be, until love will come back to us

 

You know, I was not there for nothing

The prophets died and the is no one to tell make a prophesy

Space ships fly up and down

Out of a longing song, that's how it seems to me