When there's too much inside and I can't take it anymore,
I go out to sit on the stairs in our building and listen to other people.
New things are always happening in our building,
but usually you can hear the same people with the same habits.

In the apartment downstairs again the husband is beating his wife
and in about half an hour the ambulance and the police will arrive.
In the apartment across the neighbour has a new girlfriend
besides the voices that comes from there you can actually see the walls move.
And upstairs in the penthouse, like every day, there's a party.

I sit on the stairs and think that this, actually, is life,
there's not much more.
We, too, listen to loud music and drink a little too much,
and sometimes our walls move, too. And the neighbour downstairs? Too many glasses were broken already...

Sitting on the stairs is a different experience.
Sometimes I sit alone,
and sometimes she comes to sit with me.
We can see all the guys go up to the penthouse to get a little high,
and all the girls end up at the apartment across.
And the neighbour downstairs?
We once met his wife in the grocery store and asked her why don't she just get up and leave.
She looked at us for a moment in silence
and said: Love.

Sometimes, when I can't take it anymore and the head is full of nonsense,
I go out to sit on the stairs, to think of Love.