Straight to the stars, to ziggy on Mars, watching all the spiders Flight to the back, to raise the Berlin flag, let's get down to Earth From heaven we fell, to Satan in hell, burning down the people It's quite a mess, a failure how we guess, the devil's backstage pass We are back home - becoming alive, a S.T.O.P. sign by our side It's a straight tone, if you're alive and everything's alright We are back home - the pleasure in you, it shows up in the night You will feel true, when you arrive, cause we are on your side We are back home, back home! Fate never will, climbing up the hill, by it's own Move to the top, your heart will never stop by it's own That's why we sailing the seas, with shivering knees Searching for an answer A windows, a ball, we tag the Essex wall A-N-D-O-N-E We are back home... No matter if you'll crash on Mars No matter if you'll paint the stars No matter if you'll dry the sea You should always find the way back to me