Lungs - full of remains
In eyes - a hundred tales
Is the world revolving carefully
Could tomorrow still be my history?
Drunks – yelling in the streets
God - help us please
Shouting loud for mercy to myself
Only if my pride again was not my hell
Is this whole life always finally
A rolling hilly minor melody?
Why the blue skies seem to disappear?
In gray are we always drowning here
Did the love songs sound more beautiful
Somewhere in our ancient history books?
Then when love was not that ugly word
And our world was yet not all so skewed
Again – more rescue trips
And so - fearful hits
Accompaning this my whole day again
Shakeing all the earth and mind within
Money - in and out
But then - what is the end result?
By weighing we buy peace into the world
And nothing else will ever to be done
Is this whole life always finally
A rolling hilly minor melody?
Why the blue skies seem to disappear?
In gray are we always drowning here
Did the love songs sound more beautiful
Somewhere in our ancient history books?
Then when love was not that ugly word
And our world was yet not all so skewed
That's how all behaves
That nothing is our fault
As the winds are rising
More answers will be caught
Who buys that and this
Who sells everything?
What is a man content with
And whom are we to blame?
Is this whole life always finally
A rolling hilly minor melody?
Why the blue skies seem to disappear?
In gray are we always drowning here
Did the love songs sound more beautiful
Somewhere in our ancient history books?
Then when love was not that ugly word
And our world was yet not all so skewed