Ein nackter Leib,ein wilder Kuss. totes Fleisch,das kalt sein muß. Ihr Duft von Fäulnis,der mich betört. Worte von Liebe,die sie niemals hört. . Bin ich Mensch?.
Ich blicke auf meine Narben. Zeichen von vergangen Tagen. Schnitte so tief und wahr. Geschichten von dem der ich mal war. . Wunden der Zeit. Fr immer mein Kleid.
Walkin' down an empty street in a city I don't know. Whistlin something catchy as I make my way through snow.. Ain't got no gloves so I keep my hands balled up in fists;.
In Newry Town I was bred and born. In Steven's Green now I'll die in scorn.. I served my time to the saddling trade. but I turned out to be, I turned out to be a roving blade..
I'm still cruisin' my brain is sore.. Time is willing, it's out the door.. There's no correction, no female sport.. It's locking up inside of my mind 'cause.
Think of all the things I do. And I still hold the thought of you. With someone else I know it's true. So far away. . And I can only hold my breath. And start to die a lonely death.
Didn't want to see a world collide. . I once felt comfortable with enemies but now I see. A hopeless situation endlessly. My memory is on a loop, it goes around.
This entertainment seems to never stop.. She won't talk to him.. And I'm not sure I won't.. And if I call now, I'll feel better somehow.. . I can see everything right before my eyes..
I took your photo off the wall. So I wouldn't notice you at all. I walked away and close the door. Not thinking of staying anymore. . You're telling me it's over.
Glaubst du alles was ich sage?. Glaubst du, du weit wer ich bin?. Stellst du niemals Fragen. warum wir wurden wie wir sind?. Die Ironie mit der wir spielen.
Ich blicke auf meine Narben. zeichen von vergangenen Tagen,. Schnitte so tief und wahr. Geschichten von dem, der ich mal war. Wunden der Zeit, fr immer mein Kleid.
Written by bob welch and j. carter.. . Have you every had nightmares every night. We'll it's been that way since you came around. I'm trying to fight this feeling down.
The next time that you leave. I'm throwin' everything you own. And we'll have no reason. No reason to return. . The next time that you leave. I'm burnin' out my memory.
You, yeah, you've always hauled my ball and chain. Right to there, the place where I get lost inside of you, yeah. I see your face and hear your voice.
We've been through this over for a thousand times. Come on, come on, come on tell me what's on your mind. It doesn't matter, baby what I say. You never seemed to hear me anyway.
One, two, three, four. . I got home late last night about eight. There was nothing on the T.V. as usual. Just the normal repeats and things. I had the city prices edition of the 'Evening Standard'.
A thousand times a prophet. A New York City prophet. They lie there all forgotten. I wonder who will hear them next. . Won't be me it won't be you. The kind of makes you wonder who.
Nobody fall in love with me. Nobody fall in love with me. It aint gonna end well. Just you wait and see. Nobody fall in love with me. . Nobody take a word to heart.
Music & lyrics: john popper. . Come to me madam, come one and all. I'll be there to save you from your romancing fall. I'll be there to touch you with some words to a song.