Eternal Beat

Tired of the world that tilled us 
reaching for the end of the day 
tired of the wind that chased us 
it 's gonna blow anything away 

with a hunger for something 
that you cannot eat 
all what's left is moving 
to the eternal beat 

Move body to body 
and skin to skin 
lust flashes like a thousand spokes 
in the corridors that I'm living in 

with a hunger for something........... 

Small roads lead to my privat hell 
to the centre of confusion 
living rooms can turn to waiting halls 
beware the next illusion