As the sun was coming up on the Danube, the hotel room was alive
it`s heart was beating hard as thunder, there were three of us
there for the night
and we were talking about the magnificent River of Strauss
we were saying that nothing is sacred, it`s everything else
We put a match to a candle and watched it flicker and spark
we just stared at ourselves until we couldn`t keep our tired
eyelids apart
then someone (I think it was me) said: