And the lions ate the christians, and the Christians burned the witches, And even I am out of explanations, But maybe that doesn't matter anymore, Cause maybe you can read my thoughts And going to school, going to work, Doing the dishes, knife and fork, All of that, all in all, hand in hand, Spring and fall, I believe I could get through it, I could even get into it, But only you can make me do it
And, if there is disease in you, I want to have that disease, too, 'Cause I want everything That is inside you
If there is disease in you, I want to have that disease, too, 'Cause if you die, Then I should die beside you
I began to read your profile: You are independent, mobile... Well, I know just as little About perfection, But we're running in the same direction, So maybe that doesn't matter anyhow
Belly aches, hair falls off, Skin gets covered with liver spots, Blood in the mouth And a racking cough, Head gets filled With feverish thoughts
I believe I could get through it, I could even get into it, But only you can make me do it
And, if there is disease in you, I want to have that disease, too, 'Cause I want everything That is inside you
If there is disease in you, I want to have that disease, too, 'Cause if you die, Then I should die beside you
If there is disease in you, Fall asleep and I will wake beside you, And, if there is disease in you, I want to have that disease, too 'Cause I want everything, That is inside you... Inside you, Inside you...