(Silke Hauck / Michael Bundt)     


Your whole world turns in slow motion

Time is crawling on the floor
Words you’ve waited for don’t mean a thing no more
After the good years

You were diggin for simple answers
Until your fingers began to bleed
Nothing’s left but dirt underneath your fingernails
After the good years in love

Now your blood is running colder
Makes you shiver to your bone
When you’ve faced the truth that diamonds are just stones
After the good years

All words sound like distant thunder
Lightning flashes in the sky
Memories are floating backwards in your mind
After the good years in love

There are rocks in your path
You can’t roll away alone