Из альбома: Psycho Boy Happy
Pains like an
Empty train,
On it's way up north,
Only passing through.
Tears will be
Wanderers,
High above the sea of fog,
Waving at you.
Sickness won't
Haunt you down
'til the end of days,
Say 'Bye, Bye, Sorrows'.
Get healed, boy,
They Tell 'ya,
All this passed
Without a scar,
When you let it go.
You're on the run
From yourself,
From all that hurts.
Leave behind
Broken parts,
From your old world.
On the run,
You wanna leave fear,
You first leave this place.
Barest skin,
Look into my eyes and tell me What you see.
Doubts are the
Blue flower,
Withering before your touch,
Tone in Tone,
So blue.
Weakness just
A stray dog,
Desperatly searching for
A home in you.
Loneliness
Is a mask,
Made of ice
Melting down,
Once your cheeks glow.
Get healed, boy,
They Tell 'ya,
All this passed
Without a scar,
When you let it go.
You're on the run
From yourself,
From all that hurts.
Leave behind
Broken parts
From your old world.
On the run,
You wanna leave fear,
You first leave this place.
Barest skin,
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
(Dank an The Nameless One für den Text)