I used to miss the cold winter-nights back then. I waited for the day to pass so you would come again. Remember how I fed you (those memories do stain) ?.
In the tears you gave to me. I found a river to an ocean. Concrete sky and a stone cold sea. I came to where the emptiness cracked open. . All my fears came crashing through.
Mein Genitiv krnkelt geflissentlich nun. verwirft eine Frage in tosendem Reigen. Zerfrisst euch noch immer das alberne Tun ?. das stumm nur sich atmet in toten Gezeiten.
A death's shadow resting over me. I longed day after day to be set free. . And then I turned towards darkness. . Never again will I let your will restrict me.
Good morning, I love you. Now that you're here where you belong. I want to be the man you need. Just tell me you love me. Because I need to hear it too.
Took a friend I found across some blood red river. Never did find my way home in time to forgive her. Why must people always want what they can't have?.
Gekonnt verlor der Ketzer den schwarzen Plastiksack. gar eilig lief die Schwester zur anvisierten Schlacht. . Nur schad', mein Strahl er flackert, ein weisser Schritt im Licht.
Fast asleep in the dawn of ages. The soul of every child. Has waited to be born a stranger. Underneath the drum of his mother's heart. . Lying deep in a dream of darkness.
From my soul I found some pride. I only found this after she died. From a moment I acquired such grace. Everybody seemed to want to take her place. . The best part to life it seems.
(Music by Matton - February 1997. Poems by Bartsch - February 1997). Vielleicht, Unerwartet,. lie ein Skorpion jenes los. was man jetzt noch nicht wute.
Baby, dance with me slow. Let me fly with you. While the bands playin' low. Till the night is through. . The lights of the candles. Look like stars around the room.
From my soul I found some pride. I only found this after she died. From a moment I acquired such grace. Everybody seemed to want to take her place. . The best part to life it seems.
She's wheeled into the hallway. Till the sun moves down the floor. Little squares of daylight. Like a hundred times before. She's taken to the garden.
(Music by Matton - February 1997. Poems by Bartsch - February 1997). Vielleicht, Unerwartet,. lie ein Skorpion jenes los. was man jetzt noch nicht wute.
From my soul I found some pride. I only found this after she died. From a moment I acquired such grace. Everybody seemed to want to take her place. . The best part to life it seems.
Away beyond the blue. Away beyond the blue. One star belongs to you. One star belongs to you. . And every breath I take. And every breath I take. I'm closer to that place.
Looks like you're never coming home. Looks like you'll make that road alone. Caught in the headlights of a very mixed up world. Where everything you fear.
Vielleicht, Unerwartet, liess ein Skorpion. jenes los was man jetzt noch nicht wusste. und gefiel sich als in Stein gemeisseltes. Blut auf den Schwingen seines Hodens.
Paint what you know not what you see. Hope blinds reason thankfully. Know how it is when something fits. There's just the question of being it. . I'd do anything to see you smile again.
Ave, ave verum corpus. Natum de Maria Virgine. Vere passum immolatum. In Cruce pro homine. . Cujus latus perforatum. Unda fluxit et sanguine. Esto nobis praegustatum.