And here in my room, I waltz alone

Your room grows dark, it almost seems your flying
Are you flying?

And once again
Those two sworn enemies
Love and Death
Come face to face
And join hands

"But you see, I'm a dying man"
"We're all dying Otto"

The revolving door turns and turns
and swings and swings
and life goes on
I'll stay one more day

Always the same
People come, people go
One life ends while another begins
One heart breaks while another beats faster
One man goes to jail while another goes to Paris
Always the same

He was shot right through the heart. A bull's-eye. What is sometimes called a lucky shot. Not so lucky for one more fallen young man.