- A Train To Moscow
Scratches on my legs and I’ve got bruises on my skin
I can hear their voices whisper
Are they trying to get in?
When I come home in the dark
I avoid to walk on glass
And I’ve got blood on my hands
and I am sinking, drinking
Waking up with a different taste
- City Lights
Beautiful homes
I’ve been walking round here for hours
amongst cars and reflections
and raindrops will fall in a while
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Into the City lights
over rooftops and mountains
- Come to Bed with Me
I look into your eyes
Do you see the world as I see?
Dark November skies
the clouds are moving quickly
Seconds passing by
forever disappear
and I wonder awhy
you’re leaving me like this, right here
- For a Thousand Years
Going out there
on the frozen Lake
Will it hold or will it break?
If you´ d been here
you would have taken my hand
you would lead me back to land
When you fall asleep in bed
- Godspeed
Winter waits
for its yearly white pillow-make
And the sky
tells me soon will all the flowers die
In your eyes
there's s a patchwork of eternity
and your soul
wants to reach it's full ability
- No More Minutes
Always waited, devastated
If you asked, I will have swam oceans,
for you
Focused on your text or how I dressed,
forgot the rest, like my life
or my youth
I was down for your desire
- Silent Dawn
I´m traveling, with no orientation
I see alien places and deserted faces
This might be the time, to open up my eyes and see
What wait behind those buildings is another me
Give me a reason to move on
I need to find what now is gone
- The Blue Film
Take my hand and feel the breezes
Our naked feet in the sand
On the shores and along the beaches
it was a love I couldn't understand
Something so beautiful, but why?
How could it die?
There's a past and there's a future
- The Second Citizen
Cruising fast, with the speed of light
Sheltered by the armor of the night
Riding out, in to a desert land
I'm holding on, the hardest that I can
I'm not sure, what are we looking for
let’s sleep tonight, tomorrow we know more
hear the forest, hear it sing, to tuck you in
- Where the Trees Never Sleep
I'm passing by a railway station
A woman sleeps, with a mirror in her hand
far away, a celebration
A map in my hand, was this day ever planned?
What ever happened here last time?
What ever happened with the friend I want to see?
I really miss our conversations
I really miss the life the way it was meant to be