It's a straight road through the heart of town
And it leads to the lake and there I found
This old fountain is still falling down
In a town like Geneva everything is melting
Like swiss cheese and the rich men fall
Down on their knees
Hold me it's getting colder
Hold me I'm getting colder too
Pierre Michel said 15 words
15 short answers if you dare
We are upstairs in the red rooms
Of the hotel Clos Voltaire
His girlfriend is taking photographs
She's always hanging around
She's like the fountain of Geneva
Always falling down
Hold me it's getting colder
Hold me I'm getting colder too
Hold me it's getting colder
Hold me I'm getting colder too
Today I'm leaving with another train
In my home of rain
Don't think I'll ever be back again
My heart is empty, my head is empty now
The road to the lake I will never find
Because I use my map of dreams
And it is filled with colours
And streets I've never seen
Hold me it's getting colder
Hold me I'm getting colder too
Hold me it's getting colder
Hold me I'm getting colder too
The car is driving, I will return
Back on the road to Bâle and Bern