About me

Day after day
love turns gray
like the skin of a dying man
and night after night
we pretend its allright
but i have grown older
and you havegrown colder
and nothing is very much fun anymore
and i can feel
one of my turns coming on
i feel
cold as a razorblade
tight as a tourniquet
dry as a funeral drum

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So
So you think you can tell
Heaven from hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold stellrail
A smile from a vail
Do you think you can tell
And did they get you trade
Your heros for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort in change
Now did you exchange
A walk on part in a War
For a leadrole in a cage

How I wish
How I wish you were here
We´re just two lost souls swimming in a fisbowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found
Same old fears
Wish you were here