Fraud - Ghost & Writer

Deep blue

Zug um zug

Ich weiss um dich

Erkennst du mich?

The sound of spring

The taste of summer

The clarity of autumn

No winter here

Circular

And more aggressive

By the hour, every hour

Within three days

I’d become

The one man she was

Trying to save to no avail

She’s bound to fail

She is forty-something

And she’s sad

And she’ll be mad

She’ll be really mad

As long as you keep

The perception going on

It isn’t fraud

Deep blue

Oft genug

Verlierst du dich

Weisst du nicht?

The sound of spring

The taste of summer

Unheard, unfelt

You’re the last thing on my mind

Within three days

I’d become

The one man she was

Trying to save to no avail

As long as you keep

The perception going on

It isn’t fraud