Till Brönner Feat Carla Bruni
Can't seem to loosen my grip,
And we're still making love,
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I'd die for the truth,
Hold on, hold on, my brother,
My sister, hold on tight.
I'll be marching through the morning.
Marching through the night,
Moving 'cross the borders,
Looked through the paper,
Nobody cares if the people,
And the dealer wants you thinking,
That it's either black or white.
Thank God it's not that simple,
And my heart is like ice.
And it's crowded and cold,