tons of good music and lovely evenings aligned
stuff to believe in, now blankly sweeping your mind
concerts supreme, no matter a ride to the stars
another great memory forever burnt into my heart
the stories we shared, lessons we learned, they’d suffice
why couldn’t it stay, because it was rather nice by itself
you said you don’t remember a thing
and while you blame all those drinks
I’d say love is never free
and kingdoms burst eventually
you come at me with your smile
something I haven’t seen in a while
and somewhere along those lines
I must have lost track of time
but I do see things don’t change
a lifetime neatly stashed away
oh day, oh night, come and relate to me about
no love, no light, for anyone but oneself, it’s alright
to cry, to fly away for a while
talk or walk / or don’t
you should hear yourself / but won’t
I know it’s hard but take a breath for me
I feel there’s more than you would like to be
hush now / to condescend I did not mean
I’ll start again / my conscience is clean
you can’t know what I want to say
do you think being angry is a way
see I’m on my way / to save the day / like I always do
I think you’ll find / we are much alike / you could be me one day
but you must adjust / we need to discuss / your attitude
I’ll always say / if it’s okay / to do this or that
I’m on the phone / if you feel alone / 24/7
but don’t run around / with your frown / and tell what you feel
(written by Julius Späte & Franco Fichtner)
now, you’ve heard it all
still you’re standing tall
as if you don’t mind
never ever felt this way before
with you my wildest dreams come true
and then why aren’t we holding our hands?
so it plays out like it should
and so we waited like you said we would
now, you won’t say a word
still you’re giving up
as if you don’t care
just remember all those tunes
especially the cheesy ones
we’d play over and over again
please turn around and say you can
remember things you’ve left undone
good times come and go without
giving notice, sending doubts
we all know the pain
we’ve been through the strain
senselessly helpless, a dead end
hitting a brickwall, all hopes bent
the best memories still remain
you wish for more of the same
we’re not to extend
we have to amend
a piece of work
I think you are
delicate words
they’ll go too far
you’re not sure if
you lost your way
hear me out
I said it’s okay
it’s later than you think
and it’s so hard to say
still it’s something good, oh