Züri
It's 4 in the morning, a beer on the shorewe're waiting for glory no waiting for moreIt's 4 in the morning and the streets have our namethis city is ours and this is the gameIt's 4 in the morning and here comes the pushthe longing desire, the tickle, the wishIt's 4 in the morning and the rush doesn't leavethe rush in your blood that wouldn't believethat we might be wrongand everything doesn't mean anything at all.I'II lend your hunger 'l quiet releasefor all your desires might manage to breatheand the pressure will turn its eyes off your head.And the beating will turn into walking ahead
'Cause we might be wrongand everything doesn't mean anything at all.It's 4 in the morning, a beer on the shorewe're waiting for glory no waiting for moreIt's 4 in the morning and we still won't go homestill chasing the dragons but dancing alone