Music: T. Schallenberg, Lyrics: J. Lubitzki    Black flags with your fingers as their sign in the subways  They show me the right path into your home,  in the city's depth  Down here are the villages of hope for the artists  Their caves, wich the trains never can reach,  so I go by foot  Rainbows in the sewer rising just like me  I'll live in the hollows near you to plant our subway tree    Stumbling in your foot step traces only I alone  have the might to reaad your black flags, to know where to go    Targets 'round your brests and 'round your belly button  Tatooed like myself at the same points.  It's the same motif  You shoot me your views under my skin through my circles  Radio, I received things that I missed, Is this higher love?  Suck me through the sewer, in my heart your key  I'll live in the hollows near you to plant our subway tree    Stumbling in your foot step traces, only I alone  have the might to read your black flags, to know where to go    Give me your higher love  and receive my higher love!    Gypsies cross my way, they say: "Join our Cave Bells Cult  then we will save your body's health"  No my direction is soul  My cure is when I come to my deepest love  Suck me through the sewer, in my heart your key  I will be the only brightness for you and our tree    Stumbling in your foot step traces, only I alone  have the might to read your black flags, to know where to go