: (Instrumental)
( Instrumental )
Übersetzung: Waldeck. The Night Garden.
Silver eyes Thrill me with your lies Sentimental feelings never die Yellow Words upon the ground Yellow birds Take me to their song down Singing Floater
Said the straight man To the late man ?Where have you been ?? I?ve been here and I?ve there and I?ve been in between I talk to the wind My words are
I feel you You know me I?m moving in Your empathy I?m moving in Your empathy The people come You go with them Bring me back Something of theirs Bring
leave you To be without you The further out the more alone It?s cold when I?m all by myself Not used to being on my own I?m trying to make it through the night
Slowly Disconnection makes it?s way, between us Our affection drifts away to cleave us Restitution falls away Slowly Slowly Twisted information sliding
No feelings left for you My perspective?s out of view Call me distant But my sympathy won?t do Your love was a golden maze It look me one thousand
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Walking down my neighbourhood Empty streets Where has everybody gone? Waiting for the light Street names turn into a blur Barely visible Frozen shadows
She?s at ease With the past and the darkness Listenning to nothing But the soundtrack of her mind Oh, she?s alone Drifting into insanity The soundtrack
See these eyes so green I can stare for a thousand years Colder than the moon It?s a been so long And I?ve been putting out of fire With gazoline See
