Philadelphia
- Malte
- 13. Juni 2024
- 1 Min. Lesezeit
You‘re calling in from Philadelphia,
To hold my hand here in Berlin.
I bridge the gap with compliments
And laugh about you hiding your grin.
I could spend a whole eternity
Reading back Whatsapp messages
Only for you to text me
And let me start again.
Just to think six thousand kilometers
Could be none if we just want.
Half the world away in Philadelphia
Though I feel you next to me.
There are no superstitious explanations,
That could bring us to believe that this is real.
There’s no games fun like checking airlines
And I’d pack my suitcase full of sweets.
On the flight I’d solve cross word riddles,
But so you could do them, not fill in.
Massachusetts might be where my heart belongs,
Let's find out, my love.
It is the place of the rising sun,
Since you turned me upside down.
Just to think a week could fill a lifetime
And we’d have multiple of those.
Half the world away in Philadelphia
Though I feel you next to me.
There are no superstitious explanations,
That could bring us to believe that this is real.
At night I dream of housing blocks,
Ordered, squared and old.
It doesn’t matter if in reach or not,
My heart is yours to hold.
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