Beatsteaks
"Everything"

I need a home
I need a shelter
I need a run
I need a push
A push up the wall
Who's selling love
Love for a lover
I'm a sranger
In one hand a gun
In one hand a fire
You come around
Infecting though
Carried away
Caught up in you
Aware of nothing
You break it down
You're quite everything
Quite everything
Another day
Walk down the alley
A fucked up alley
It always leads me
To your door
I needed bliss
Not disappointment
Just for a while
Just for a day
Just for a while