Will We Have Rainbows Day After Day?
On the sill the flower‘s made of silk
Haughtily mocking the sinking flakes
Behind the pane the mountains rest
Ready to be captured by a lens
In the evening glances are thrown
Waiters serve desserts for lonely lips
While the one man show softly sings
Que sera (sera) – whatever will be

I can smell, I can smell
Paradise is someplace else
And I think I‘m gonna take myself
Away from here

We celebrate the sun
While bodies pretend to be alright
But secretly pleasure is found
Solitary in tiny rest rooms
Trying to articulate and to
Unfold the air in between us
But while you’re so close I’m lost
Somewhere in the distance
I can smell, I can smell
Paradise is someplace else
And I think I‘m gonna take myself
Away from here