you cleaned up and missed a spot
the greener grass there seems to rot
and since when do you care that much?
if things had been worked out
I wouldn’t want them
if life had been what you thought
you shouldn’t need it
not being attached isn’t so bad
a different path can always come up
but what’s facing fear compared to that?
if things had been worn out
I wouldn’t try them
if life had been what they taught
you couldn’t feel it
(written by Franco Fichtner, Alexander Scholz & Mario Winkelmann)
prevention of
surveiling nations
find the terror with
no room for error
take of your clothes
they know you anway
keep your hands clean
they know you don’t want to
greedy fingers
grasping at straws
slipping away
justice for all
take of your clothes
they know you anway
keep your hands clean
they know you don’t want to
clocks ticking
plots thickening
collaborate will
flaky reasons still
slushy words escape his pen
while the dicitionary feels bent
one more verse that sounds like
it could have been from anywhere
(but the fans don’t care)
in his world it rains again
‘memories stain’, yes, we all know that now
a smooth rhyme can patch up
almost every weak line
(and the fans won’t mind)
hey you, there, at the top
maybe you should drop it
or try a little bit harder
waking up on a wet day
she’s up watching the rain
and she asks me if I had
another nightmare in her bed
while she smiles and takes my hand
to make me understand
that we’re better together
than never alone
it’s better late than never
giving it up, and she never called
giving it up, and she never falls for
I heard me singing my sleep
giving it up, and she only lied
giving it up, and she never tries to
hear me, I’m crying in the night
it’s alright
let these tears flow in vain
just by margin I lost the game
so I pray
that we’ll all get along
and that nothing’s truly wrong
I heard you say
that you want to go away
while sipping a coffee
on a fine winter’s day
where’s the soundtrack
to this shocking turn?
I’d rent an orchestra
and it should play the saddest songs
how much do you care
and why should that change just like that
I still believe
this is delicacy at it’s best
so many songs
unsorted and unheard
are haunting my disk
I’ll never get through them on my own
the radio plays your favorite song
and you turn it up a little more
to clearly feel those lyrics float
round and round your reverent mood
“still haven’t found what I’m looking for”
Bono sings and you just know
it’s time to clean up a bit
but deep inside you like it so
let’s go – where’s my coat?
glad you came along to share a thought
about our petty issues in this world
though we drift quite aimlessly
it seems strange in this society