Kategorie: love and despair

I know you
who do I know
I love you
Who do I love
There is no one around

You called me
Who was it that called
You talked to me
Who was it that talked
There is not even a sound

And who are you
What is this leading to
Another empty glass of wine
no traces and an empty shrine

I did not know
What was there to know
I did not hear
What was there to hear

I looked around
what was there to see
And I felt no pain
but what was there to feel

And the fog that lifted
left an empty space
a deserted icon
and a fainting face

And warmth was just a touch away
to bridge the distance and fill the gap
to kill that hollow sound of strangeness
to warm up the cold and break the ice

Oh I like the way you walk
And I like the way you talk
And I would fancy it if you could be my friend
Your ideas make me feel
That what I see is real
And I thank you for your helping hands.

When I was out to find a fallen star
To trace the paths I went before
I lost my way among yesterday's trees
And found myself at some unknown shore
I listened to the talk of the waves
To the passionate debate of seagulls
Searching for your image in caves
I found my eyes getting somewhat dull.

Oh I like the way you walk
And I like the way you talk
And I would fancy it if you could be my friend
Your ideas make me feel
That what I see is real
And I thank you for your helping hands.

Now I see your face bright and clear
I feel your hands and smell your skin
And home is no more a dreary place
The walls of this fortress have become paper thin
And I'm walking on laurel leaves
And I'm passing by whispering pines
But I fear that all the evening's thieves
Will steal from me my fragile lines.

Oh I like the way you walk
And I like the way you talk
And I would fancy it if you could be my friend
Your ideas make me feel
That what I see is real
And I thank you for your helping hands.

I want to live in your temples of pain
Penetrated by the force of your love
I want to kneel and praise the lamb
I want to sacrifice the high-flying dove
When the priest of hate leads the way
I will follow and leave and kill
The rocks in my mind will block the days
So I live and die and live at your will.

My hands are empty and so are yours
My mind is distracted and confused
Our hands are trembling and feeling cold
And the singer is misused

His song is old
It's words are bold
But he thinks they will turn into gold

And the truth will betray it's prophet
As the speakers touch the misfit
And the neon lights tell their story
All about this snake pit

Singing the rhyme
Wasting our time
We are longing for the sublime

When I speak of the cold winds that blow
It's the people that make us lonely
And I stopped to catch a glimpse
Of you now I'm left – only

I can't make it
You will take it
With you on your way to forsake it

My hands are empty and so are yours
My mind is distracted and confused
These hands are trembling and feeling cold
And I feel misused

This song is old
It's words are bold
But I think they might turn into gold