Don’t ask if you don’t wanna know
There’s no one else here who do
And don’t rise if you don’t plan to go
Or know where you’re going to
And don’t jump when you know you can’t fly
At least you don’t seem to have wings
That can bring your head higher than mine
I have my plane to settle in
You have your thoughts
That’s where I win
Don’t dream when you can’t make it real
They’re only fictions anyway
And don’t love if you really want to feel
The spiking sense of grey
Our spiking sense.
I am a lonely painter,
I live in a box of paints,
I’m frightened by the devil
And I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid.
I remember that time you told me.. you said:
„Love is touching souls”.
Surely you touched mine,
‘Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time..
You’re in my blood like holy wine,
You taste so bitter and so sweet,
I could drink a case of you, darling,
And I would still be on my feet,
I would still be on my feet..
Millions of girls float on their one quote,
Living on their last hope, on their last hope..
I live my life inside a dream,
Only waking when I sleep
I would sell my sorry soul, if I could have it all.