The moon kids won the war. Snared a lonely passerby. To celebrate the electric chair. On a disappearing Island. But there's no one crying over me either.
Wild yonder. Come sweetly. It's over. Completely. . Nail me down. I've covered my tracks with mistakes. Unsticking the stars mirrored backs. The sky leaks.
At least, at least. You're fast asleep. And won't remember yet. How for far too long. Your Now's been numb. We used to dive for it. . Now the rest of you's got all the bad from me.
In the land of plenty. Enough means more the earth. In a speechless business. With the word above. Big blind blue lines. Brought my fist to the spine.
Holy mass, my kingdom's come. An angle on foot in my worlds. Her words rewrote them all. Lends each letter. Graciously. My mind mouthing mute for her lips.
Feels much better now I've the life I was due. No more disorder in your opposing view. Looks deceiving, premonitions, I've got mine. A hundred hearings, see me smiling every time.
[Verse 1: Nigel Chapman]. When I think thoughts about my hometown. I sometimes feel like I'll never get back. On the brink, a shadow covers over. Whatever future I thought that I could have.
Never found an answer, never found a reason. There was no talk back, 'cause you could never take back. Different conversation, little adulation. Took you to the bath-house, we waited at the entrance.
Was deutsche Dogge, Fav ist ein noch größerer Hund. Ich vögel deine Bitch wund mit Döner im Mund. Und deine Braut fängt zu stöhnen an. Sie traut sich nicht auf meinen Schwanz, Höhenangst.