Yes, I do
I have a certain trouble getting through
To you
But you, you too
But you just hide it better than I do
You do

But well, I 'm not, I'm not that blue
And I'm just not euphoric
At least from a specific point of view
'Cause there's nothing new
And in the end it's always about you
No matter what or where it's always you
In Paris, Rome, New York or Katmandu
Inside a cage, or in Honolulu
Your mother's house, a mountain in Peru
It's always you
It's always you
It's always you