Tartan Pants

Tartan pants (Musik: Markus Blumberg, Text: Tim Roderwieser)

I first saw your eyes shining through the crowd, you wore your tartan pants.
You always said the right thing and you did it, but around me was a fence.
You carried me a while, I carried you a while, you carried me a while

You first flashed me in a peanut covered gramophone, with that biker through the wall,
Not every great love has a happy end, ours could have had, but my courage was too small
You carried me a while, I carried you a while, you carried me a while, we carried each
other for a while

You are more than just a glimpse or a hidden sound in the attic of my memory
You will always be a part of my life and I hope you feel the same when you think of me