Chorale (Live, Zeche Bochum 06.03.1983)

歌詞

Hold me down, hold me down, hold me down To the light in your room hold me down Where the windows are broken around And erosion of living is done If your life is all broken and empty Like the streets of New York in the dark And you need just one friend to hold on to I'll be there in the corner just for you And the cold of the living And the cold of the dead Hand in hand from the beginning to the end And the cold of the living And the cold of the dead Hand in hand from the beginning to the end