So, I guess by now, You´re already cool.
Nothing like earlier today,
when I thought that all the things
that you had said...
You just got carried away.
How do you return from a weekend like this?
This is a fucked up holiday.
I´m feeling confused.
I´m feeling, not mislead...
But like i´m just a fool.

And if you say it now,
there are already roses on our grave.

I´ve never counted on the road quite like this.
It´s the only solid thing today.
Cause i´m just holding on,
hardly awake, so mixed up in everything.

And if you say it now,
there are already roses on our grave.