American girl. Your young country world. Sleeps like promising. And sleep is promising. . American girl. Queen radio plays ours. Slow fills the spaces.
Dance record from before. I was born on the stereo. Playing last rights. For my late nights. . All of my evenings. And all of my every day's. No business in the same place.
Don't forget to kiss me if you're really going to leave. Couldn't you take the second bus home?. Couldn't you just take me with you?. . Couldn't you take the second bus home?.
Red, blue, where are you tonight?. You say, everything's just right. You say, everything's just right. . I live on a dead-end street where men and women meet.
And away we go. And away we go. And away we go. And away we go. . Holding on to broken hearts. Memories are what's left of us. You're trying to hard to be my friend.
And if you only knew the truth. About how I miss you all the time. Waking up without you by my side. . Only seems to me. The hardest part of my day besides laying down.
Yeah, oh yeah. Hmm. . It seems I'm addicted to your love. And I can't contain myself. Baby don't restrict me from your touch. Cause I don't want nobody else.
It's a tricky world we are born into. Theres a spiral down prepared for you. All you have to do is to sell your doubts. To the one who pays you the most.
Yesterday no one could feel the same. I was alone by the way. Yesterday no one could feel the same. I was alone by the way. . Yesterday. Yesterday. . Im happily down.
blood in my veins . pumping pumping pumping. a strange kind of numbness . in my head and in my legs. maybe years ago a tiny sting . released a chainreaction.
We're standing on a hill. You and me. Touched by god. Love is our armory. Love is our armory. . You hold my hand. Lights from above. Flowers around us.
clean up your understandings. and open your gate. do it now - or it could be too late. 'cause the world you live in. is bigger than you. choose one of these doors.
Imagine a child. Living in a dark place. Being accused of being a failure. Nothing is right. Everything is wrong. Nothing is right. Everything is wrong.
I'm wandering around. in this foggy foul town,. it's a terribly silent night,. I don't know where I was,. and I hardly remember who I am,. It's raining again,.
The ability to see makes me wonder. Whether there is a hole in the ground. Or in my mind. Like the hole inside my heart. . It swallows anything which comes close.
A Few Years Later. . Hey, human child. Take a little time for me. I want to show you something. Don't be afraid. Open the gate. Don't be afraid. . Take a look into my world.
You pushed the button. We heard your call. Again and again. What is wrong with you. My love?. . Too much to do - too much to take. Too fast to stay - much more to get.
Feel the routine of your heart. Feel the routine of your lungs. Feel the routine of your steps. Feel the routine of your moves. Feel the routine of your dance.
I'm alone, in this little death that some may call life. So confused, tattered, torn apart. . Still waiting to be lifted from this prison of my flesh.
Clean up your understandings. And open your gate. Do it now or it could be too late. 'cause the world you live in. Is bigger than you. Choose one of these doors.