He's in the mood to touch the fire, He's in the mood to touch everything you are He's in the mood to touch the fire, Touch the fire, touch the fire
Baby dear -- what do I do? Playing my tune for you Just to get you in the mood Everybody's going to Hollywood You're driving me mad But I'm smiling
It's a trick of my mind Two faces bathing in the screenlight She's so soft and warm in my arms I tune it into the scene My hands are resting on her
This day's an invitation And it's just for you You've got a reservation For the 17th of June Open your eyes And let the sun break in for a while There
I am an emigre, I write to Germany In foreign words A tongue of actuality Coated in gray gloves To Germany with love A war between the wars To Germany
we're getting in tune The music's played by the madmen Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever