I regarded the world as such a sad sight Until I viewed it in black and white Then I reviewed every frame and basic shape And sealed the exits with caution
Slow down, you crazy child you're so ambitious for a juvenile But then if you're so smart, tell me Why are you still so afraid? Where's the fire, what
We are not together here Though we lie entwined To make room for the other presence We both draw back in our minds I have a prophecy Threatening to spill
Stella sitzt in Rio Stelle liegt in Tokyo Männer fragen sie nach Feuer Nach dem Andern sowieso Suger Chris dich sehr vermisst dein Bein und dein
Days last one way ticket train pulls in We smile for the casual closure capturing There goes the downpour, here goes my fare thee well There's really
Vienna can you hear me? Lazing on the afternoon Cathedral bells A ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing Ringing the sound Winter can't ignore her Spring
Slow down You crazy child Your so ambitious for a juvenile But then if you?re so smart, then tell me why are you still so afraid Where?s the fire? What
We walked in the cold air Freezing breath on a window pane Lying and waiting A man in the dark in a picture frame So mystic and soulful A voice reaching
Watching the rain fall in Vienna, pictures of another time From the corner of a small cafe we watched the world go by Now we sit here, the best of strangers
Summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall Wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all How sweet is the day, I'm craving a darkness
I'm at your back door With the earth of a hundred nations in my skin You won't recognize me For the light in my eyes is strange It was years ago, God
Well, it's you and it's me Me with a drink in my hand The ice is tinkling like a wind chime And late afternoon settles over the land And you're talking
Why am I walking barefoot Upon this road with no one around I close my eyes to this decision The night's like coffee to my tongue Like waking up without
There'll be a fire burning in the temple of our peace There'll be a soaring voice for our silent pleas We will hold our broken circle and begin to pray
Everyone agrees it came too soon It was only meant to be an intersection You kept fear of death in the back pocket of your jeans In the palm of your hand
Nightfall we're brushing past your town Destination not you my one And the driver doesn't know way down How deep these bright-eyed feelings run I've
Strange how you know inside me I measure the time and I stand amazed Strange how I know inside you My hand is outstretched toward the damp of the haze
Once when I was thirty one, I woke in the dead of night And heard the vastness of the snowfall outside Slipped downstairs in my bare feet, soon forgotten
