Back Home - And One

Straight to the stars, to ziggy on Mars, watching all the spiders

Flight to the back, to raise the Berlin flag, let’s get down to Earth

From heaven we fell, to Satan in hell, burning down the people

It’s quite a mess, a failure how we guess, the devil’s backstage pass

We are back home — becoming alive, a S.T.O.P.

sign by our side

It’s a straight tone, if you’re alive and everything’s alright

We are back home — the pleasure in you, it shows up in the night

You will feel true, when you arrive, cause we are on your side

We are back home, back home!

Fate never will, climbing up the hill, by it’s own

Move to the top, your heart will never stop by it’s own

That’s why we sailing the seas, with shivering knees

Searching for an answer

A windows, a ball, we tag the Essex wall

We are back home…

No matter if you’ll crash on Mars

No matter if you’ll paint the stars

No matter if you’ll dry the sea

You should always find the way back to me