Man´s Affairs

Musik: Père Lachaise
Text: Reinhard Rietzler

I saw your eyes.
You asked me to talk to you.
And though there are so many thoughts under the sun
I can´t find one!

Feels like I´m done.
I´m loosing the Game again.
And though there are so many thoughts under the sun
I can´t find one!

Future grows older.
I see all my luck running home.
So I declare: all man´s affairs
In the end what matters is the afternoon desert.

I watch TV.
The world seems to break apart.
And though there are so many thoughts under the sun
I can´t find one!

Future grows older.
I see all my luck running home.
So I declare: all man´s affairs
In the end what matters is the afternoon desert.