[verse 1]. . They say complacency goes down easy. Smooth like hallucinations only you and I see.. Whoa whoa. Delusions of grandeur. Give me the only hope for the future..
So, you've checked into rehab. to allow your nose and vein some rest. 'cause of late you've been to netherworld. quite a frequent guest. . You let those nightmares torment you.
People, people. Gather around. People, people. The plague is coming to town. Can't you hear them?. Can't you hear the drums banging?. The guitar wailing?.
Bitter fruits. bitter fruits. in the garden that used to be Eden. they're now decaying. and I'm treading down their pulp on the ground. . The sky is low.
Loneliness. is the greatest fear of all. it leaves a void. nothing can refill. . Don't you even once think of me?. I feel like I'm wasting my thoughts on you.
Got my thoughts all in a tangle. I'm so angry, kleiner Bengel. a thorough beating, that'll serve you right. . You've turned the head of many a girl. now don't be surprised if you see my lips curl.
The church bells are chiming and the night is chill. the ivy is climbing up the ancient brick mill. no birds are singing, 'cause the tunes get stuck in their throats.
You look bloated like a balloon. you eat the cake spoon after spoon. the chocolate's smeared around your mouth. . You're munching cookies. though you're not allowed to.
I don't dare to look up. I don't dare to look you in the face. I'm searching for something to rest my eyes on. some resting spot in the space. . I can't swallow the lump that's in my throat.
I shake grains of soil from my neat new summer dress. readjust my tousled hair - I sure look like a mess. I shake the dirt from my hands and curse the dirt behind my nails.
Looking at you. I don't think we're halfway through. but you've never given me another try. . Do you think we can start over again. after I turned you down.
It's a shame that you got a prize. for your tousled hair and circled eyes. you look so pitiable in your cluttered room. amidst all the trash and your doom.
Skylark. Have you anything to say to me?. Won't you tell me where my love can be?. Is there a meadow in the mist. Where someone's waiting to be kissed?.
There's a story the gypsies know is true. That when your love wears golden earrings,. She belongs to you.. An old love story that's known to very few,.
Somewhere there's music. How faint the tune. Somewhere there's heaven. How high the moon. There is no moon above. When love is far away too. Till it comes true.