Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Baukräne

Black out the days in the calendar
Until the bags under your eyes hurt
Burn down like sparkers
Everything hurts – what’s the point? What’s the point?

Hog the creativity, do it quicker
Gape at the neighbors on the plate
Do you hear the laughter from the cellar?
Everything hurts – what’s the point?

In the streets of your youth, we were heroes with no future
A long time ago, that was a long time ago
The facade turns yellow and your dreams are wilted
It’s not fair, that isn’t fair

There are construction cranes over the city
That change everything that changed you
Everything appears so small on the blueprints
The person you wanted to be just doesn’t fit in anymore
Tell me, who do you want to be?

Spit in your hands again
Print your vita, get pension done
Scrub the devil from the walls
Everything hurts – what’s the point?

What’s it supposed to bring?
When you thrive for the money
When you howl with the pack
What’s the point?

In the streets of our youth, we were heroes with no future
A long time ago, that was a long time ago
We get big, we get small, don’t see the path through the stones
It’s not fair, that isn’t fair

There are construction cranes over the city …

Doubt the world, it’s deceiving you
Or are you deceiving yourself?
Nothing of you is leftover in the end
Just the frame you never fell out of

There are construction cranes over the city …