Music: Michi | Lyrics: Thommy

I still feel
the excitment of our occacional love 
the freedom and the peace of those days
at the beach, the atlantic sea

just you and me
just you and me
just you
just me

but since that time 
where have we come?
where has the easiness gone?
in the backpack, the bus, in the sea?

didn't we see it coming?
didn't we hear it coming?
didn't we smell it coming?
bitter sweet morning breeze

saturday afternoon   
my world hangs in the ropes
I stagger through the streets 
lonely turist streets

but autumm is my friend
never promises too much
no big, big attitude
as a hot, hot summer beach

no place to go  
walk with my hope 
you're only gone
not running away away away away
running away away away away

butterfly on the rock
butterfly

I still see you there

butterfly on the rock

I still dream you there
on my hand, on my hand

I still dream you here
on my hand