Sirens

A Balladeer

Damn, this is bad - this is so bad 
I get out of the crash thinking no one survived 
Big eyes from the backseat 
To my surprise I see all three alive 

You're losing blood in the grass there 
On the side of the road in your striped summer dress 
The boy runs off to see you 
I pick him up but he must've seen some of your legs 

I swear dear, you'll be alright 
Now don't you go out on me here 
I swear I hear sirens come close 
That means help is near 

The autobahn is reflecting 
Rotting fruit in at least 30 something degrees 
Nothing but chaos 
All these questions, ignorance 

FUCK THE POLICE! 

I swear dear, you'll be alright 
Now don't you go out on me here 
I swear I hear sirens come close 
That means help is near 

Now you listen to me 
I will bring you back home 
Will you listen to me 
I will bring you back home 

Home 

Back from the car-dump 
I sit down with the boy on the edge of the bed 
In a hotel room near Munich 
Remembering what I said