Bikini Bridge

Floating in the air

Like a song, like a train

Running fast

On the Bikini Bridge

On your pretty face

What a beauty, what a rage

Tell me why

It will never disappear

And my knife is on

And my knife is on the shelf

But the gun is in

But the gun is in your hand

Neither all monks

Nor miracles signs

And wonders

Will take care of me

Floating in the air

Like a call, a waterfall

Yes I know

I should die more to live

And my knife is on

And my knife is on the shelf

But my love is in

But my love is in your hands

Let's meet like the other day

On Bikini Bridge in the bay

And swim away