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