Tiffany Epiphany

( comp. Florian Ross/ lyrics: Anette von Eichel )

Whenever I feel down and troubled
my friends all gone, my debts all doubled
Before I turn my house to rubble
here I can find a first-class bubble.

See, it is not about the diamonds
there nice to have when you get older.
It is the air, the quiet of it
a church-like sphere, tell you, I love it.

If you know a place
far from this rat race
that can make me feel like Tiffany’s
won’t you, please, take me there.