sitting on the windowsill
staring at the coffee mill
you aren´t here anymore
you were the reason I fought for
I had to admit myself
right now you´re just a picture on the shelf
you look at me with your big blue eyes
I feel them telling you lies
you might think I lost my way
and my thoughts have led me astray
you had no other choice
your voice grew lower and lower
sitting on the windowsill
staring at the coffee mill
waiting for the day of the days
we´ll smile into our faces again
I had to admit myself
right now you´re just a picture on the shelf
but we will have each other again
I promise my friend
you might think I lost my way
and my thoughts have led me astray
you had no other choice
your voice grew lower and lower
I never lied to you
my feelings are so true
I´m fighting against this downwind
you´re always in my mind