This song

you sent me...

Eighties.

Computer sounds.

Passion.

Nihilism.

Berlin.

I understood
immediately.

He got jealous and started conquering
you.

And won you.

Now you wonder
where I am.

Where you are.

With this child in your arms.

You believed in me.

How could you assume,
I was better than
you.

How could I assume I was better than
you.