Eternal beat

Tired of the world that tilled us
reaching for the end of the day
tired of the wind that chased us
it 's gonna blow anything away

with a hunger for something
that you cannot eat
all what's left is moving
to the eternal beat

Move body to body
and skin to skin
lust flashes like a thousand spokes
in the corridors that I'm living in

with a hunger for something...........

Small roads lead to my privat hell
to the centre of confusion
living rooms can turn to waiting halls
beware the next illusion