If Bernhard Could See Us - Lebanon Hanover

Wait at the car

Open my door

Some gesture that men used to do

On your skin as usual

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How can rebels be so kind and virtuous

Like a gallant knight you ride me fast

From Nancy to the Lac Léman

And by the way you grab my hand

And fall into the sand

I know you are not dangerous

You write on screen like someone

From two hundred years ago

That the storm in Gatwick has gone

But blowing madly in our hearts

How can rebels be like that

And be so reliable

Up to now a plane crash

Was quiet fancy for my biography

And when you beam with these blue eyes

I never ever want to die

I know you are a miracle

We’re at the port my skirt is short

It used to be political

And I hope I really hope

Bernhard could see us now