LunaMoon
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Mal hier etwas leichteres von mir.
Es wurde geschrieben weil ich die Lichter des Nachts so sehr mag. Die Lichter all der Menschen, die noch wach sind.
Ich würd mich freuen, wenn jemand etwas dazu sagen mag.
Ich denke, der hier ist mal nicht so schwer verständlich..... Wir bleiben in der Gothic Sparte - Ballade
Lights
I can't get
enough of your bright lights
and of the deception
that I'm not on my own.
So we're close
and separated
Sorely afflicted
in every single home.
Now I flee
into the nightly streets
your lights make me dizzy
-like a kind of sparkling wine-
And regardless
I just can't get enough
from my desire for revenge
Release me
from what I once called my home!
I'm on the run
in a stolen car
I try to flee
before my own decline
I'm searching now
- between the floating lights -
for predictions
about a second sun
So I flee
into the nightly streets
your colors flow through me
- like a kind of sparkling wine-
And I assume
so drunken and demure
humanity is over and done
I just can't get enough
from my desire for justice
Release me
from what I once called my home!
I'm on the run
in a stolen car
I try to flee
before my own decline
I'm searching now
- between the floating lights -
for predictions
about a second sun
(c) Luna
Es wurde geschrieben weil ich die Lichter des Nachts so sehr mag. Die Lichter all der Menschen, die noch wach sind.
Ich würd mich freuen, wenn jemand etwas dazu sagen mag.
Ich denke, der hier ist mal nicht so schwer verständlich..... Wir bleiben in der Gothic Sparte - Ballade
Lights
I can't get
enough of your bright lights
and of the deception
that I'm not on my own.
So we're close
and separated
Sorely afflicted
in every single home.
Now I flee
into the nightly streets
your lights make me dizzy
-like a kind of sparkling wine-
And regardless
I just can't get enough
from my desire for revenge
Release me
from what I once called my home!
I'm on the run
in a stolen car
I try to flee
before my own decline
I'm searching now
- between the floating lights -
for predictions
about a second sun
So I flee
into the nightly streets
your colors flow through me
- like a kind of sparkling wine-
And I assume
so drunken and demure
humanity is over and done
I just can't get enough
from my desire for justice
Release me
from what I once called my home!
I'm on the run
in a stolen car
I try to flee
before my own decline
I'm searching now
- between the floating lights -
for predictions
about a second sun
(c) Luna
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