Oh yes...thanks for reminding!
Der Junge is auf jeden Fall KEIN One-Hit-Wonder, mit DER Art zu singen, auf keinen Fall.
She peeled his skin away, so every day he'd cry
And in those tears he'd lie to find some peace
She broke from all his words, but she was made of mercury,
She'd come together later piece by piece
And it became a game they played, under the blankets
In the bed, pretending she was small and he was big
She became so small, he could lift her, body and heart and all.
He held her up naked, she was just his fig.
She said "how do you know? Maybe you are".