be a begger or a thief

Love's a hand-me-down brew, I'll never know a Sunday, in this weekday room. One o'clock till four, and Lord, how slow the moments go. And all I do is pour black coffee, since the blues caught my eye. I'm hangin' out on Monday, my Sunday dreams to dry.

Englischer Garten, Munique

all of the pictures that you keep on the wall

But say what you'll say
about the farmers and the fun
and the things behind the sun
and the people round your head
who say everything's been said
and the movement in your brain
sends you out into the rain.

Schlosspark Nymphenburg, Munique

when the lights are low

Need someone's hand to lead me through the night
I need someone's arms to hold and squeeze me tight
Now, when the night begins, whoa, I'm at an end
Because I need your love so bad

Salzburgo