Otto von Bismarck, my dearest mountain flower And King Louis, the morning sun of Montpellier I'm in control, contemplating what's left of you and me There's so much more to tell beyond the brief sensation We got some time to kill, let's catch a night-bus to Berlin You're in control, but contemplating the impossibility of being free Reality is here It's painful but it's real You cannot disappear Reality is here Hanna's lost in talk of hallucinogenics Of new attempts to catch the sunlight in the sea I'm in control, but still wondering what's left of you and me There's so much more to tell beyond the fluctuations In all their misery, they're wearing flowers in their hair Out of control, but it's only half of all the things that you can see Reality is here It's painful but it's real You cannot disappear Reality is here