And so
I find myself here once again
First step down Remedy Lane
Budapest you tore my world apart
Well, here I am
Worn with rope ends on my mind
Torn with blood scarred in my eyes
But now I'm back to shake that from my life
Ending theme
Ending theme
Ripping at the seams
For an opening
Back again at Deak Ter
I know I could have left her there
It was the feeling of leaving myself
That I could not bear
The same old hotel room in Pest o
One night before the Sziget fest
Hungarian princess, will you share my rest?
To rest in my
Ending theme
Ending theme
Ripping at the seams
For an opening
To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for, who to be, sitting here as once before, weeks ago - just waiting for a knock on that door. And I have left all I thought was me, to find out, to make sure if it was you or me that made me feel so free and real. But when we kiss, I don't know, I just don't know. 'Cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and I think "What if I'm simply depressed? Blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest? Confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss? And mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed, and the taste of being true with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch?" I don't know. But I saw so much of me in you, the me I've missed, the young and free in you. But still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about me needing you. But I guess we had to meet, to be near, to make sure. But still, my dear - beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, I fear I just don't know.
Ending theme
Ending theme
Fanning flames to dreams of belonging
Ending theme
Ending theme
Ripping at the seams
For an opening
To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for
Lying here, watching you leave through that door
I find myself here once again
First step down Remedy Lane
Budapest you tore my world apart
Well, here I am
Worn with rope ends on my mind
Torn with blood scarred in my eyes
But now I'm back to shake that from my life
Ending theme
Ending theme
Ripping at the seams
For an opening
Back again at Deak Ter
I know I could have left her there
It was the feeling of leaving myself
That I could not bear
The same old hotel room in Pest o
One night before the Sziget fest
Hungarian princess, will you share my rest?
To rest in my
Ending theme
Ending theme
Ripping at the seams
For an opening
To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for, who to be, sitting here as once before, weeks ago - just waiting for a knock on that door. And I have left all I thought was me, to find out, to make sure if it was you or me that made me feel so free and real. But when we kiss, I don't know, I just don't know. 'Cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and I think "What if I'm simply depressed? Blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest? Confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss? And mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed, and the taste of being true with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch?" I don't know. But I saw so much of me in you, the me I've missed, the young and free in you. But still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about me needing you. But I guess we had to meet, to be near, to make sure. But still, my dear - beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, I fear I just don't know.
Ending theme
Ending theme
Fanning flames to dreams of belonging
Ending theme
Ending theme
Ripping at the seams
For an opening
To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for
Lying here, watching you leave through that door