[Vlastyn] Words I've felt, things I've known All the while nothing has grown And you have touched, you have sworn To all the things now all forlorn
Mamma who bore me Mamma who gave me No way to handle things Who made me so sad Mamma, the weeping Mamma, the Angels No sleep in Heaven Or Bethlehem
In the midst of this nothing, this miss of a life Still there's this wanting just to see you go by It's almost like lovin', sad as that is May not be
Whispering Hear the ghosts in the moonlight Sorrow doing a new dance Through their bones, through their skin Listening To the souls in the fools night
And all shall fade The flowers of spring The world and all the sorrow At the heart of everything But still it stays The butterfly sings And opens purple
There's a moment you know You're fucked Not an inch more room To self destruct No more moves, oh, yeah The dead end zone Man, you just can't call Your
Come cream away the bliss Travel the world within my lips Fondle the pearl of your distant dreams Haven?t you heard the word of your body? Oh, you?re
Mamma who bore me Mamma who gave me Mamma, the Angels Who made me so sad Mamma who bore me Mamma who gave me No way to handle things Who made me so sad
There's a part I can't tell About the dark I know well You say, "Time for bed now, child" Mom just smiles that smile Just like she never saw me Just
come? I don't know God, you remember how we used to run back To my house and play pirates Vend LeBergman, Melchior Gabor, you and I?} Spring and summer
Something started crazy Sweet and unknown Something you keep in a box on the street Now it's longing for a home And you can say what dreams are Making
You fold his hands and smooth his tie You gently lift his chin Were you really so blind And unkind to him? Can't help the itch to touch, to kiss To hold
God, I dreamed there was an Angel Who could hear me through the wall As I cried out like in Latin "This is so not life at all" ?Help me out, out of this
I believe I believe I believe Oh, I believe All will be forgiven I believe I believe I believe Oh, I believe All will be forgiven I believe I believe
{Dear Herr Steephle, Moritz I've spent the entire day thinking about your note Truly it touched me, it did That you'd think of me as a friend} {Of course
[MORITZ] God, I dreamed there was an angel Who could hear me through the wall As I cried out like in Latin, "This is so not life at all" Help me out,
