DiCaprio Songtext
von Real Lies

It′s not the first time for me, you know
But yours is the last new face I wanna see
This close up
Cos in truth I can't believe my luck
Outside, the city surf falls
With the pink skies through the window
And your long hairs curl on the bed sheets
Like living signatures


Do you remember?
That second Nessun Dorma summer
That was when I knew
That all my singing birds were home
The pub was full of nervous noise
Aggression leaking out of men
But I carried you away from their banging drums
Bad drugs and insufficient funds

This is the city we live in
The city living in my skin
It′s a wounded, wounding thing
Used to live like DiCaprio