Sometimes you feel lone. Sometimes you feel sad. and when you come home. fall into your bed. you weep all night long. no way to get out. still I know some words.
Waiting for the dawn. Waiting for the night. Waiting for the dawn. Waiting for the night. The day's too long. The day's too bright. The day's too long.
We did...used to...laugh and. we did...used to...breathe and. and now all is stuck in tears. your eyes they are burning. lips remain in taciturnity. no more returning.
Lonely, where should I be if this is not my land. slowly, life is running through my fingers like sand. call me, and I'll be wherever you are. lonely, and the day hides a falling star.
Niemand weiss, wie es aussieht. Tief in mir drin. Niemand weiss, wie es aussieht. Tief in dir drin. Doch eines lass Dir sagen. Ohne Dich ohne Dich. Ohne Dich macht das alles keinen Sinn.
Out of the grey now. Came back again. We've seen the old world. Learned our lesson well. Living a new life. The golden dream. And taking polaroids. And kiss the screen.
We stayed in this room. near the waterfalls. where we met the young couple. from Clermont-Ferrand. you were a red primafleur. amongst grey daffodils. I remember a tune.
In a cold night of a winter day. A secret smell tries to reach for you. You can't but fall for him in this night. In the blue room he will lie. . He told you that he will stay.
My steps, within. Three feet, elsewhere. They say, don't dare. Don't leave that square. My will, their will. Can move, stand still. My part, no heart.
standing here eating my heart out waiting. waiting for the nightboat to come. watched about a thousand swallows lately. almost made myself start to run.
When coldness surrounds you. In rooms without echo. And silence will remain. Your faithful shadow. And your eyes wander about. Fo warming support. Come and take my hand.
Small command that opend the door. Drew away the curtain, I had to assign. Into a forest I've never seen before. One million pixels in a line. Dark dark dark.
Desire of men. The illusions of child. Passing days. Someone's passion. In the sea of disguise. Borrowed dreamers. For your paradise. . In the arms of the hidden.
She told me no she cannot stay. her friend is close by no more delay. maybe we'll meet some other day. her voice had cancelled gravitation. I tried to stutter invitation.
asta and me. love first degree. after the show. shower and more. life is too short. i must admit. death is a whore. don't give a shit. . madradena. queen of the blue.
again coldness is giving way. makes me smell the breath of may. again wafting near what makes me scream. fear is fighting, fighting the green. fear is fighting, fighting the green.
Sometimes you try. Sometimes you win. But often failure is your king. So you feel safe and warm inside. You take your chance from time to time. . I am here again.
Your haircut reflects. your opinion on society. . So we dance and fight. in the streets as well. . fashion and politics are controversial.
Walked through the sand, the sand, soft and white. and felt the sun, the sun, warm and bright. and saw the ocean, ocean blue. and thoughts, thoughts, came.
Waiting at the door in the garden of delight. Next day is almost gone, memories glance inside. Listen to a voice that we know so well. The voice of faith.