Phizzèl
Registrierter Benutzer
hallo allerseits,
nach langer zeit 'mal ein songtext von mir. habe mich 'mal ans story-telling gewagt und bin gespannt, wies ankommt.
Reddest Lipstick
He roams on a dusty road
sand bite his narrowed eyes
the sun, merciless like him
ceaseless, like the wind.
a dried rose in his pocket
and a gun in his hand
he has redemption on his tongue
the road, a dead end.
There was a time, not long ago,
they were dancing the waltz,
she was wearing her reddest lipstick,
lying in each others arms,
the fidlers played the last stanza, furioso,
fortissimo, yes, they were in love
in peace with themselves and the world,
and they were dancing through their lives
through the night, on the stages of paris,
luxembourg and venice,
and they were falling asleep
lovedrunken they were falling..
the clock strikes
and measures the unmeasurable
clock, reminder of reason
reason, reminder of treason.
Two bullets left
meaning he has to be precise
life's full of sound and fury,
but he never knew what it signifies -
and there is no other way
to unite them again, it make sense to him,
her lipstick on young men's collars,
he doesn't need more evidence,
and he wrote her a last loveletter,
the tears he shed, he used them as ink,
and he drew every single letter on his faces skin;
once again hes longing for the good days,
where they stroke the hedgerows
along the country roads,
happily together, merely players,
in peace with themselves and the world -
but when all roads leads homeward
the story will have an unhappy end
she will lay there asleep
beautifully, bloodstained bedsheets
and her red lips will blend.
and as he is laying beside her
as he puts the rose between them
and as he puts his gun in his mouth
he is trembling full of devotion for her
as he pulls the trigger -
..and they were dancing through their lives
through the night, on the stages of paris,
luxembourg and venice,
and they were falling asleep
lovedrunken they were falling..(2x)
grüße,
nach langer zeit 'mal ein songtext von mir. habe mich 'mal ans story-telling gewagt und bin gespannt, wies ankommt.
Reddest Lipstick
He roams on a dusty road
sand bite his narrowed eyes
the sun, merciless like him
ceaseless, like the wind.
a dried rose in his pocket
and a gun in his hand
he has redemption on his tongue
the road, a dead end.
There was a time, not long ago,
they were dancing the waltz,
she was wearing her reddest lipstick,
lying in each others arms,
the fidlers played the last stanza, furioso,
fortissimo, yes, they were in love
in peace with themselves and the world,
and they were dancing through their lives
through the night, on the stages of paris,
luxembourg and venice,
and they were falling asleep
lovedrunken they were falling..
the clock strikes
and measures the unmeasurable
clock, reminder of reason
reason, reminder of treason.
Two bullets left
meaning he has to be precise
life's full of sound and fury,
but he never knew what it signifies -
and there is no other way
to unite them again, it make sense to him,
her lipstick on young men's collars,
he doesn't need more evidence,
and he wrote her a last loveletter,
the tears he shed, he used them as ink,
and he drew every single letter on his faces skin;
once again hes longing for the good days,
where they stroke the hedgerows
along the country roads,
happily together, merely players,
in peace with themselves and the world -
but when all roads leads homeward
the story will have an unhappy end
she will lay there asleep
beautifully, bloodstained bedsheets
and her red lips will blend.
and as he is laying beside her
as he puts the rose between them
and as he puts his gun in his mouth
he is trembling full of devotion for her
as he pulls the trigger -
..and they were dancing through their lives
through the night, on the stages of paris,
luxembourg and venice,
and they were falling asleep
lovedrunken they were falling..(2x)
grüße,
- Eigenschaft