Morbo
Registrierter Benutzer
Kennt ihr das auch? Warum fallen euch auch immer in Zeiten, in denen ihr eigentlich ganz viel anderes zu tun habt, die meisten Texte ein und stehlen eure Zeit? Fluch und Segen zugleich...
Mir kamen in den letzten Wochen mehrere in den Sinn, aber dieser hier ist noch am frischesten und mir auch am liebsten:
the windowpane starts to crack
outside a cold wind blows
the city is drowned in fog
and my unease grows
i painted pictures of you
i saw you in dreams
me wearing my old suit
and you dressed in sunbeams
the fog is lifting
but there's no sign
of you...at your window
built a house full of hopes
i won't tear it down
but if these bricks let me go
i would leave this town
i would head to another place
take my dreams with me
keep on searching for you
and find a place to be
the fog is lifting
but there's no sign
of you...at your window
of you...at your window
of you...at your window
of you...
Mir kamen in den letzten Wochen mehrere in den Sinn, aber dieser hier ist noch am frischesten und mir auch am liebsten:
the windowpane starts to crack
outside a cold wind blows
the city is drowned in fog
and my unease grows
i painted pictures of you
i saw you in dreams
me wearing my old suit
and you dressed in sunbeams
the fog is lifting
but there's no sign
of you...at your window
built a house full of hopes
i won't tear it down
but if these bricks let me go
i would leave this town
i would head to another place
take my dreams with me
keep on searching for you
and find a place to be
the fog is lifting
but there's no sign
of you...at your window
of you...at your window
of you...at your window
of you...
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