uphill -- downhill
back where we started
It's the way that counts.

sur en
retirement home for the dead
dancing alone

empty, hostile faces
hiding absolutely nothing
alive but not moving

afraid of the weather
afraid of the guests
unable to wait the dishes

Sleeping in a town
that doesn't exist,
I listen to the music.

forgotten by the world
forgotten by the gods
rotting away

Pain in the toe
driving me mad.
And it's not even my toe.

sur en
the swiss idea
of a summer holiday

Nur wer sich selbst umbringt,
kann sich sicher sein,
da

way underground
withering away
from the poison in my toe