Play Some Rock

longing for the schoolyard .

reaching for the scenes .

reminded by the songs that will never disappear .

random like the infants .

outdated like the old .

lying there in aimlessness listening to the cure .

doing some rehearsal .

exercising in the cold .

lowering the standarts .

for the six-string never rolled .

whistling at the girls .

and saving for the fuel .

making plans and knock knock knock on wood .

play some rock .

play some rock .

please don´t stop .

coming home comimg home .

sentenced by our faults .

we were to make in time .

pleasently aware .

of our solitude in mind .

saved me from the boredom .

of what we disavowed .

encouraged by the sound .

that was the sweetest one of all .

admiring your senses .

infected by your tongue .

defenceless I believed .

that we´d face anything to come .

you innocently told me .

you´d catch me when I fall .

and solemnly we´d knock knock knock on wood .

play some rock .

play some rock .

please don´t stop .

coming home coming home .

I´m not the only one ...