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It's a straight road through the heart of townAnd it leads to the lake and there I foundThis old fountain is still falling downIn a town like Geneva everything is meltingLike swiss cheese and the rich men fallDown on their kneesHold me it's getting colderHold me I'm getting colder tooPierre Michel said 15 words15 short answers if you dareWe are upstairs in the red roomsOf the hotel Clos VoltaireHis girlfriend is taking photographsShe's always hanging aroundShe's like the fountain of GenevaAlways falling downHold me it's getting colderHold me I'm getting colder tooHold me it's getting colderHold me I'm getting colder tooToday I'm leaving with another trainIn my home of rainSongtexteDon't think I'll ever be back againMy heart is empty, my head is empty nowThe road to the lake I will never findBecause I use my map of dreamsAnd it is filled with coloursAnd streets I've never seenHold me it's getting colderHold me I'm getting colder tooHold me it's getting colderHold me I'm getting colder tooThe car is driving, I will returnBack on the road to Bâle and Bern Aus Songtexte Mania