the hours are slipping by. i stare into the night. into my deep blue sea. of unforgotten memory. i paint your face. into my mind. and kiss your tears away.
In the fire of the sunken sun. fast as ravens, bullets, thoughts I run. I inhale the golden oil. and I fear forever darkness. Nights come, bringing snow.
All black nights, all promising days. Silence speaks loud and clear to me. I long for reason. Your healing for living. . All things I've done, have failed so badly.
You love the world I own. Where all our hate is blown. Away to distant spheres. I call our real life. . Flying together. Flying togehter. Flying together.
Inside of you. Tears of pure frustration. Cascading down your heart. What could fill your restless soul. You may never know. You may never know. . Come inside my painless world.
I wished Your heart was grown. to shoot an arrow to me down. You made waste of all I have. The worst everfall I serve. . I only think that You forgot me.
Trust me, come inside. You heal me. You make it fine. And if only. For the sake of appearances. I'll make it all right. You know I'll make it all right.
[Words: W. Sssenbeck / Music: Bhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar]. . THERE IS NO GOD WHERE I AM. THE SORROW OF PAIN AND REGRET. ARE LEFT TO THE DEAD AND DYING. CARESSED BY MAGNIFICENT BEASTS.
Move him into the sun -. Gently its touch awoke him once,. At home, whispering of fields unsown.. Always it woke him, even in France,. Until this morning and this snow..
Wenn der Fruchling kommt. Und die Sonne lacht. Ist es Zeit fur mich zu sterben. Wenn mit neuer Kraft. Lebenslust erwacht. Wird das grelle Gluck zum. TodesstoB.
Surrounded by colours. Of shimmering light. A display of splendour,. continual shine. . Delicious flower - iridescent dye. A turmoil of flowers - miraculous lie.
Pure dark badness. A black cold sadness. Falling into. Hole of madness dying to. . Step into the city. breaking out from silence. Iron Gods. Pouring flaming violence.
Open my eyes felling the dark. With downward eye, gaze sad. Under the rain walking alone. Looking for the last door. I hear a song and touch the stars.
After the war. I was for ten of those years of yore. Lost in the sea. By a harsh god's agency. . But through the years. Love urged my will to be solid and clear.
Only with you I want to stay. Flying across (the) space away. I am feeling like a real king. And beneath us is everything. I haven't treasures nor estates.
Can you live without a one red cent?. Can a little true heart really pay the rent? No. It'll take a lot of give to get. All the money you've spent it's a game of pressure, so.
I know tomorrow is a maybe. Doesn't seem so guaranteed. It seems for once we're finally happy. And blessed with everything we need. . So take the highway west again.
[Chorus]. Faustus. The time has come for you. And here's your sentence. That is your fate and. It's no use repentance. You must pay with your soul, Faustus.
Like a postcard picture fading out to desert winter. Once an ocean now it leaves me dry. Clouds are separating tear apart this life I'm living. I'm gravitated to this brand new light.