Some summer sunday. drifting between sleep and waking. your absence brought me to. Sick feelings filled me. slowly remembering the bitterness of the final kiss,.
Libera nos in caelo nostra culpa. Amen. . Right in the night, you got to feel the heaven. Right in the night, the rhythm lights for you. Right in the night, you're hoping and you're praying.
Don't do away from me tonight. I need you. Don't do away just hold me tight. My love. . Never go, please never go away. From my life. Never go, please never fade away.
Not yet sonic. But I'd like to reach the point. Where I can say. Yes I am. But it always seems to be. About sensibilities. And not who's listening. No I'm not quite sonic.
Shades of gray hate influence. A constant truth put into effect. The question on a dead friends face. The tragic stance he used to take. Pissed away by circumstance.
In time I'll find why everyone out there. In the painted sun. Has already found their root...they've found home. And I'm tired of beating every drum. For old friends that never come.
There's no control. . I think I'm psycho. I met you once and now I'm cookin' up a fancy. if you could do what my right hand does to me. I might blow. don't you know that i got a girl who loves me.
I loved you. You were all that I wanted. Then, I watched you. Turn into someone else. . Well I'm sick of the fighting. I'm sick of just blaming myself.
Fuck this place up!. . You know you're right, I'm just tired. Correctando, burn our fire. Esta fuerza es me espada. Trippin' on this, no se nada. . Anyway, nothing's clear, analyze what I fear.
Who the fuck are you. Hey, don't you fucking point your finger. Don't push me back. Who the fuck are they. And don't you fucking point your finger. Don't push me back.
It's time to take it back, I'm taking what is mine. . Me lo vas deber. No murder, no murder, no murder. No murder, no murder, no murder. . I realize that everything I want to be.
(Lotzsch , Vollbehr , Schluter , Liebschner , Solterbeck). Ich bin vollig aufgedreht, es ist nachts um halb drei. Meine Knie fuhl'n sich an wie warmer Babybrei.
Sonntags morgens, ich lieg im Bett, die Sonne scheint,und du bist weg, über die schmerzen im Kopf will ich mich gar nich beschwern,. doch was gestern los war, das wüst ich schon gern. Oh ja, das wüst ich schon gern..
It's in my head. And nothing changes what's been done. If I regret not being there. When the time has come, when it's too late. . No regrets, no time to change.
Strong hands, strong mind. Strong all the time. Straightforward and kind. Too simply defined. . Cause no one wants to know. The man who stands for things we outgrow.
There is a long forgotten voice. I know it's not your voice 'cause it's always strained. I wake up hearing unfamiliar voices. Convinced they're trying to explain.
Can you hear the words I'm trying to find. For the feelings that define you?. There's no point in trying to hide. From the skeleton that surrounds you.
Stuck on a feeling. I'm high on believing. That you've come back again. This Indian summer. A snowfall in June. Show up uninvited. I'm leaving with you soon.
Whats this Im holding out for someone to show me how to feel.. Im lost with this but Im sure a better world outside exists. So Im calling just to be the same again and I know it might just seem the same again. The struggle gets the best of me..
Armadillo skin and the leafy green. Our minds are where we keep her. The ideals born of the western world. Were always buried deeper. . When at the end of the working day.