Where are these days
When we believed
We had nothing to lose
We open up old boxes
Get our stories out
A big, dusty one Heaps of old paper
We listen to music from the past
Look at faded photos
Remember what used to be
And over and over again
Are they the same songs
They feel
As if time stood still
I go to my street
Run to our store
See you all sitting there
Know that I am right
In what heights and what depths
We were together
Three crosses that we are still here
And again and again
Are they the same songs
That feel
As if time stood still
Because it never goes away
That old fever
That always comes up
When we are together
We toast
With every glass
To everyone who died
And again and again
It's the same songs
That feel
As if time stood still
Because it never goes away
That old fever
That always comes up
When we are together
Because it never goes over
That old fever
That always comes up
When we're together