Lassie Come Home - Alphaville, Bernhard Lloyd

Lonely boy gazing on the afternoon

People drifting cross the surface of the twilight day

There’s a Little Yellow Man, standing by the railway station

Painting portraits on the brick — walls of Billie Holloway

Lovely Lady S. M. I. L. E

Dance, my dear, I’m only operating on «Lassie Come Home»

«This was authentic you» she spoke

«this was authentic you who blew me cold»

He had no chance to realize

It hit her straight between the eyes

So I’ve been told

In the park, she’s giving out some photographs

On which she’s giving out some photos of what she hands around

«They videod a ghost tonight», she said before I turned it out

«It rode an orange paper — bike, and left without a sound.

«Keep on riding, Sir

Open up the door and shout it out:

«Lassie Come Home, Come Home!!»

«This was authentic you?»

she spoke, «this was authentic you who blew, who blew

Me cold»

I had no chance to realize

It hit her straight between the eyes

So I’ve been told

Lonely Girl dancing in the music — hall

Lightning struck her silver starship and turned it into stone

And now it’s falling all the time into that void beyond her gray eyes

Somewhere a telephone is ringing, but nobody’s at home

«Hello Junkie — Sweetheart, listen now

This is your Captain calling:

Your Captain is dead.

«Keep on riding, Sir, open up the door

And shout it out — shout it out…

Lassie come home — Lassie come home Lassie come home — Lassie come

Home…