2003-08-13 07:52:17 (UTC)

nicht schneiden, nicht sterben

Living as angel in the
Place that I was born
Living on air
Living in heaven
Giving the lie down, the line
To the
There’s my heaven

An I know
Which way the wind blows
in nineteen fifty-nine

Which way the wind blows
In nineteen fifty -nine

And the wind blows still
And the wind blows wild again
For an little child can never kill this clean
This way
And it feels like me today
Tell me
Do you feel the same?
Or do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
... Do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?

And the wind blows wild again
And the wind blows wild

In nineteen fifty-nine
In fifty-nine
Do you, do you feel the same?

Come with me
Like a little child
Like another gun
Like homeless, restless, known to none, like
Way beyond the line
Like it never was
in nineteen fifty-nine

Diven like the snow

Still night, nothing for miles
White curtain come down,
Kill the lights in the middle of the road
And take a look around ...
It don’t help to be one of the chosen
One of the few to be sure
When the wheels are spinning around
And the ground is frozen through, and you’re
Driven, like the snow
Pure in heart
Driven together
And given
Away to the west
A white dress
‘Till the river don’t run
A black dress
Looking like mine
‘Till the sun don’t shine no more
Where the sky meet the ground
Where the street fold round
Where the voice you hold don’t
Make no sound, look,
Snow on the river and two by two
Took a lot to live a lot like you, I don’t
Go there now, but I hear they sung
Their „Fuck me And Marry Me Young“
Some wild idea
and a big white bed, now
You know better than that, I said,
Like a voice in the wind blow little crystals down
Like brittle things will break before they they turn
Like lipstick on my cigarette
And the ice get harder overhead
Like think it twice but never never learn ...

And the mist will wrap around us
And the crystal, if you touch it ...

And the cars
Lost in the drift
Are there
And the people that drive
Lost in the drift
Are there
And the cars I’ve
lost in the drift
Are there
Theirs, ours,
Lost in the drift
Are ...
Driven togehther
And driven
the sisters of mercy

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