Silke Bischoff Hold Me
A lot of trouble the hole nigt through,a lot of tears for me and you. We fight like mad dogs. You throw glasses at the wall, I say words I shouldn`t say and you run away. A few days later you`re on the phone, you spend the nights with a friend of mine and you`re yearning for me. "It`s too late, you`ve made your choice", I say with tears in my eyes. " So don`t call me again." Hold me. When I`m coming home at night,an ambulance is in the street. I`m going up the stairs. The door is open, you`re on the floor. A man is coming out to me, saying: "Too late, she took an overdose." I run to you, I kiss your face, look into your broken eyes and you wisper in my ear: "Hold me." And you died in my arms.
