I met him, during the second world war
I wore glasses, he wore a scar
He told me I looked like his mother
who he'd loved very much
I told him he looked like my brother
who had always liked to touch me
And we made love, in the room
in which we would die
And we made love in that room
only God knows why
Clocks were ticking, or was it, a bomb?
People were singing, or was it crying all along?
Time was ticking away, both too slow and too fast
Sometimes we yearned for the future
sometimes we wished for the past
And the working would set us free
but all it did was killing me
but I'm not saying that they lied
'cause in the end the were right
He gave me his number, for they had taken his name
I showed him mine, it was almost the same
And he smiled the only smile he remembered,
like a star too far away
and he told me, if you mix all the colors
you'll end up with black and gray
And it was those two colors
that filled our lives
Not only our minds and bodies
but also the skies
I met him during, the second world war
I wore glasses, he wore a scar
He told me I looked like his mother
and that his heart was all mine
I told him he would be a father
if it weren't for time
End on Gm