Transition Songtext
von A Projection

It′s a matter of myself
Tomorrow I'll be in your jeans
Tonight you are still breathing
Out in the street full of dreams
But time is turning against us
We may no longer be free
The happy hours are over
What′s left for you and for me?

I thought the life would be out there
Inside the office I stay
Summer matters are empty
We used to date anyway
This is a warning which tell us
A promise born out in sand
As I look through the window
They shoot a present in hand

No more staying out late
No more singing on the dance floor
No more singing on the dance floor


Without a blessing we pass out
I'm all alone in the flat
But the music was ours
The hours which I just had
Do you remember the magic?
The air was really alive
When everything had a meaning
All we can do now is drive

I thought the life would be out there
Inside the office I stay
And through the windows I see them
They shoot them walking away
I thought that we would get wiser
I thought the truth would be seen
And as the bubbles are bursting
The world appears so unclean

No more staying out late
No more singing on the dance floor
No more singing on the dance floor
No more singing on the dance floor

No more staying out late
No more singing on the dance floor