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This Night
It´s the emptiness of this white place
that stole the depth full of pleasure and grace
And the pictures and quotes on these ungrateful walls
Could not blind their eyes or stop this gaze
The light in the corner does none
but to fill my face with the beauty of the sun
I can find someone looking in the mirror by the door
But it´s not me I´m still fixing the floor
The white letters at the other end
may once have presented my soul full of bent
And if only my eyes weren´t tired of life
I would know now where it went
And the gift from a phoney friend
that became the center of my life and waved goodbye in the end
with the feeling of guilt and the anger that spills
comes in violet and violent
The town map next to the wardrobe
shows my longing for the city where I want to go
With the parks and the streets and the houses and trees
The only place on this fucking globe
Which is a home for a world full of shit
of a race in a suitable outfit
But the holes in the sole that you can´t see but sure feel
get me to leave this cover and quit
I lie down in my bed beneath the stars
that could be the headlights of billions of cars
They are all driving in cosmic urgency
But none of em is headed for me
And if only the shine of the light
could be honest in my mirror this night
I would open the window and drive far away
from these walls that always told me to stay
But still the emptiness of this white place
banishs everything that crosses its ways
It has grown these walls that will forever be my home
and would never leave me alone.
It´s the emptiness of this white place
that stole the depth full of pleasure and grace
And the pictures and quotes on these ungrateful walls
Could not blind their eyes or stop this gaze
The light in the corner does none
but to fill my face with the beauty of the sun
I can find someone looking in the mirror by the door
But it´s not me I´m still fixing the floor
The white letters at the other end
may once have presented my soul full of bent
And if only my eyes weren´t tired of life
I would know now where it went
And the gift from a phoney friend
that became the center of my life and waved goodbye in the end
with the feeling of guilt and the anger that spills
comes in violet and violent
The town map next to the wardrobe
shows my longing for the city where I want to go
With the parks and the streets and the houses and trees
The only place on this fucking globe
Which is a home for a world full of shit
of a race in a suitable outfit
But the holes in the sole that you can´t see but sure feel
get me to leave this cover and quit
I lie down in my bed beneath the stars
that could be the headlights of billions of cars
They are all driving in cosmic urgency
But none of em is headed for me
And if only the shine of the light
could be honest in my mirror this night
I would open the window and drive far away
from these walls that always told me to stay
But still the emptiness of this white place
banishs everything that crosses its ways
It has grown these walls that will forever be my home
and would never leave me alone.
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