Spurensuche (feat. John Goldsby) - Christian Elsässer

Yeah, we used to flirt with freedom 'Fore everybody knew our name We became their favourite secret Love for love and not for fame Oh, when I was your user, your FaceTime abuser Dose after dose 'til we crashed Now they bet on our game Say we'll go down in flames It's too good, but we never could last But oh, we was undercover 'Til it overflowed, overexposed, yeah Oh, chained our love together Never took it slow And now we know life on overload (Love, love) Don't we always make a show (love) of love (Love, love, yeah) Let that cellphone ring, let that bluebird sing Let that message say I'm red, yeah Let them talk about us Let them talk too much While we rule the whole world from our bed 'Cause oh, we was undercover 'Til it overflowed, overexposed Oh, chained our life together Never took it slow And now we know, life on overload Don't we always make a show of love Life on overload, must we make a spectacle of love? Oh, yeah And oh, we was undercover 'Til it overflowed, overexposed Oh, chained our love together Never took it slow And now we know life on overload Don't we always make a show of love? Life on overload, must we make a spectacle of love?