Words and Music by Kevin Max

I’m tired like jazz
in its wilting romance
my hands blown to bits
by the trick and the craft

I want to run
into Anna-Strauss-Platz
screaming out loudly
by the seat of my pants

follow me down
to the river wien
where it flows to the danube
out of the city again
with some wine and a prayer
all the way to Japan
you in your feathers
me in my second skin

I’m frightened by love
in its petty charades
so we loosen the belt
on great expectations

I want to fly
down the valley of kings
screaming your name
like a mantra on wings

follow me down
to the river wien
where it flows to the donaukanal
out of the city again
and we will ride though the sea
all the way to Siam
you in your feathers
me in my second skin

me in my second skin