Interlude: The DJ Affair
Carsten Schrauff
From the bird house straight to the kids explode
Anyone would dare
To believe you had the slightest doubt
As you shot your dice
And it felt like you were about to call
It felt like you were about to call
Just a short glance back to the firehouse
Where you spilled your beer
How I wished you'd like me to stick around
As I passed outside
And it felt like you were
It felt like you were
It felt like you were about to call
It felt like you were about to call
