Ich sah sie heut' Nacht. vergess sie nie. ihr kleines Gesicht. und ich weiss. . wenn ich nicht sofort geh'. . dann tut mein Herz mir weh!. 1000 Nadelstiche.
It's a shame. Well never let this see the light of day. But don't be afraid. Your secret's safe with me. . And only Heaven knows how far we'll go. To keep them on their toes.
We've all got a past. And these ghosts are holding us back. . I listened to your message. Over and over again. Thought about how I let you down. Thought about who I am.
Can you see the same sky from where you are?. Do the heavens really stretch so far?. From you to me and all things left in between. . This is my nightmare, the reason I lie awake at night.
You said, Just look on the bright side. But the bright side looks black and white. Just one more time, can we scale this fence. And scream at the city lights?.
It's not my style to be so bold. I've never been known to say such things. But I've never had an ache like this take hold. . You taught me what wanting means.
Write me a song I can sing all year long, and that'll send me to sleep. When there's no one beside me that I need, and the trees have all lost their leaves.
Take it away, make it OK, I want to loose everything here in this grave. I was born here I know, but this isn't my home. Bury it and all the things pulling me down.
Feet don't slip beneath me now, careful as I walk around. Gingerly 'cause I'm on ice. I didn't see the season change, looked up and saw nothing the same.
I wish that I didn't need to say that I didn't bleed. . Open eyes, see my sores, steady mind, I'm not too sure. It's easier just locking doors. . A toy doll, not much to say, or so you thought anyway.
There are few things worse than letters never sent. Words can starve to death if they never leave the page. Leave the page for someone. . He was ready to free himself from his cage, and forget all the things.
Hey look, I'm not weighed down. As I walk through. The glowing wheat fields churning on the ground. As all the ravens fly away. They leave nothing. But the sun and endless blue day.
What are you hiding from me? What are you hiding. Beneath the leaves that color you, and all the things that make you what you feel?. The sun ain't inviting I know, the sun ain't inviting.
Ferdinand the Bull. Oh there once lived a bull a magnificent bull. In a pasture near old Barcelona. He would romp and hed play through the flowers all day.
Blowing trash in bitter wind, zip my sweatshirt to the top. Shoulders high and hands are hid in pockets not quite adequate. Sidewalk take me to the fire that will melt my frozen soul.
One more time around, I can't stop this carousel. I've tried so long to no avail. I've tried each horse on here, still no new scenery. I'm dizzy, my stomach's sick, and I'm tired.
I'm this thick black curtain that you see. Invitations all went out with ease. . Ninety-two chances for connection die. Replaced by pitch black and blinding light.
Don't be a sour patch girl. Don't be the tie that binds. I only need your spark on my candle fire. Wont sleep in the dark tonight. Wake up to arms and bones.