Übersetzung: Morgenstern. Der Diener.
Let it be told That our penchant for blood Is sacred in design Let it be known That our penance for our gods Is pure and unified Heed not for our sins
Here I am A young man Come and get me if you can Up in my room covered in flames Meet me at the cinema You can take me in your car I'll lie in the
One autumn you once said to me There's too much stuff around The bus groaned along You put your hand upon the window The town And I thought You look just
She gave me a heart in a woman's hand Carved in cherry-wood The severed part from a foreign land I clearly understood Love has a border and I can't cross
The status of our future in both past and present time Is relegated to a member of a higher class than mine To determine and direct the lives of family
One autumn you once said to me There's too much stuff around The bus groaned along You put your hand upon the window The town And I thought You look
Lord of glory, make us worthy to possess your name. Lord of glory, make us worthy to possess your name. And give us a new name. And call us your people
It'll all click when the mortgage clears All our fears will disappear Now you go to bed I'm staying here I've got another level that I want to clear My
Look at my life just going nowhere I am on my knees The fat sun runs down over my shoulder As I walk the streets O I go creeping up that hill Looking
She says You're so mean to me I'm in misery All the things you say Kick into my brain These soap opera lines And I must've heard them fifty times England
On the rundown streets of London The checkout girl runs inside The banker?s looking broken And the grill in my head fries I?m the clown who let you down
I wish that you were here Coz the night is so clear Like beautiful lake Like a star jangled cape Ministers in drag Like wind scattered rags Float spectral
The cars I see below the plane Look just like blood inside a vein The cars I see below the plane Look just like blood inside a vein They go pumping their
It's Friday night I'm a skeleton Shaking in the light of the Marathon Sancho Panza wants to carry on So he pulls me through the door He wants a packet
What I thought would never come has come I wished that I could say I dit it cause I was young No even now, it's just bad, I'm done The sweet ropes have
I must go now Nice and slow In mid conversation I?ve lost the flow I ricochet round my room I can see spiders Like holograms I?d turn on the TV but the
She cursed me with impatience And a need to follow clouds So I find myself in cloud grave yards When the sun is climbing down From my village I gazed