Sometimes I wish to be free as a bird. Sometimes I'd like to fly to heaven. I watch the world from high above. Until I find someone to love. But forest far as I am free.
Wise is the man sleeps with the breeze. Nothing will ever bring him to his knees. Cold are the nights, long are the days. But no one can ever take love away.
Drink to our demolished home. Wher loss resides alone. Like a widow by the radio. Child, childhood is a place. Where sorrow comes of age. A widow by the radio.
Weeping tree, shoulders to the sky. Never understood why. Weeping tree, should've let you go. How was I to know?. . And if you find a clue. I hope you find it soon.
Have you heard about the war in france?. 6000 reasons not to dance. Nothing could comfort him. Blue is the blue, the blue within. . Have you heard about the fight for spain?.
(A lover). (A lover). . This feeling has a thousand limbs, of a first and hymns tell me do you like it?. . (I like it). . Too big to fit in this skin, this skin I'm in, because I'm a lover.
Walk tall beneath these trees, boy. You monolith, not scarred by fallout. Us wolves were right behind you. And Lucifer will never find you, oh no. . The moon, let it guide you.
Wind in the wires. Electricity, on the edge of a cliff. Moments of transcendence. Sweet and transitory. . But here comes a rage. A crippling anger. Sea birds are blown into the rocks.
And I showed you my ugly heart. Yet you did not surrender. Love me back to life. Through my self destruction, December. . All paranoia's to trust. I turned my bodies functions, I remembered.