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Oh love give back to me my tenderness
You used it once too often
I am spent now in this love affair
You've loved me much too fiercely

Oh intruder of my halls of pain
Where are you gone tonight
My wounds are still hurting
And last year's scars won't heal

The lonely lanes echo my steps
Softly the snow is sailing down
A painted smile behind ev'ry window pane
Master of Healing where are you tonight

Oh houses of splendor and of power
Allow me to enter your walls
Your shelter eases my mind
Your cellars hide our fugitives

Oh rooms with your damp walls
With your chains of rusted iron
Where is the gold and silver
That your prisoner is longing for

The pale-faced judges of the High Court
The priest of pain and his servants
I will ask them to have mercy
With me and my bold words

Oh love I know you cannot forgive
So I face the trial you put upon me
And I won't kneel and weep
And accept the capital punishment

But allow me to close my eyes
And dream of my long dead parents
The Halls of Fame are deserted
The songs are sung and obsolete

The curtain is falling and you know it's the end
Your struggle is finished at the border you stand
What has happened to the sun, it loses its shine
Your fingers clutch, can you still drop a line
Can you leave a sign or a trace behind
Oh no, the time you cannot rewind

Where are all those people you know
Do they recognize you are ready to go
You will leave and come no more
And you sit there and wait for a knock at the door
But it's late and they will stay at home
So on your way you are all alone

Your room seems so small, so weak
And in a way you look like a freak
It's the end and your show is over now
There is no applause and no listener anyhow

The party is over
Friends and foes are parting
The wine is spilled
And the taxis are waiting

The night was long
Now the dancers are tired
Many beauties broken
Many lovers hired

But all your scars will heal
Our embrace is meant to stay
Now that the dawn makes us kneel
And greet the blood-red day

Nothing is left
All the small talk is spent
The poets are sleepy
Dreaming of singing sand

The light is gone
The floor covered with dirt
The bride is bare
The groom has torn his shirt

But all your scars will heal
Our embrace is meant to stay
Now that the dawn makes us kneel
And greet the blood-red day

The laughter is dead
And smoke fills every empty room
Our colourful ideas
Are safe again like in a mother's womb

Let us be true
Praise the silver skinned nude
Go back home
And you will find solitude

A broken love affair
with nothing to compare
a lonely way to walk
with smoky all night talk
a drink to sing along
folks this is Erika's song

A young lady brought me the early morning dust
I left behind on a night I could not control
she taught me to leave if I really must
she brought me her book so I could enroll
I begged her to stay and tell me more
I longed for the mercy and the trial
but when I awoke on this unpleasant shore
I knew I was safe for today and a while
with daydreams around and mist from the sea
the past was revealed and the future a plea

A broken love affair
with nothing to compare
a lonely way to walk
with smoky all night talk
a drink to sing along
folks this is Erika's song

The young lady she let down her hair
and all my dreams fell off her head
she said "Even when you're gone I will care
and dry your wet eyes when you're sad"
so I turned and left for the west
looking for a home in this cold city
I longed for company, continued my quest
but all I got was people's pity
so I turned again travelling on
and if you come to see me I might be gone

Deep inside of your heart
I can see your longing renewed
Standing there by the window
In silent solitude.

I lingered a crucial moment
I thought that I could win
But you are in charge of the battle
And you are the heroine.

And words are falling like raindrops
On a desert where the future has died
Where I promised to stand guard for your passion
Where the prophet knelt down and cried.

I raised my face to the rainclouds
I uncovered the wound in my soul
Then I hoped to find your pardon
In the depth of a deep black hole.

It is good to hear your voice again
The warm vibrating sound of passion
To feel the words like healing rain
Dripping from the roof of idle fashion

Let me read your lips
And dive into your words
To feel the sensual tips
Of fingers that talk and spread the silence that hurts

It is good to see your eyes again
The fire that warms the coldness around
To grasp the joy and feel the pain
To live and love and taste the sound

Let me walk the taste
And drink your sight
To end the haste
And wait and linger to finally see the light

But where are you
The morning cries
Is this the quest
Where everyone dies?

The candle is burning down
and darkness is crawling in
its claws in my soul
and its teeth in my sin
feasting like a goat in clover

And the sound of your voice
has left me no choice
to escape, to depart and forget
and the echo of tears
has covered the fears
and revealed remorse and regret
to take over and seal the wounded soul.

And I accept the rule
kneeling down on the floor
with no words to say
being hurt at the core
speechless and bare as a rock

Unable to move
I remain in this cave
running empty on love
and not being brave
like a fist that can't even knock

And the sound of your voice
has left me no choice
to escape, to depart and forget
and the echo of tears
has covered the fears
and revealed remorse and regret
to take over and seal the wounded soul.

I forget to breath
and my hands are tied
standing against a wall
and facing the night
I fade and I silently leave

And words just tumble
like a drunk at night
who lost his direction
and who lost the fight
and who's passion is hard to retrieve