[ Featuring Elena Schäfer ]
You write your name
In the amber
Of my iPhone light
As I pray
To remember
How your hips matched the time
Maybe we're going down
Or maybe we're coming round
To be lost, and to be found
In your arms
Yola skates
On the water
When the text comes in
Leaves Berlin
Takes a night train
Wakes up to amber light again
Maybe we're going down
Or maybe we're coming round
Cause I've been lost and I've been found
In your arms
