On a small bad sattisfied by coitus
after the night joy still seeing twice
but in your morning run-away i am becoming sober so painfully
as a prisoner of your last touch...
Sleepy clown, me, child forever,
you were pulling honesty from shopping-bags
and feelings which have left
I am and you too and both we feel fear
that all what "is" doesn´t really exist
and without the fight love is priceless,
we are just two bottomless bins
and my soul doesn´t knows yours.
I am missing you, missing you,
why you are surprised,
I am missing you, missing you,
and you´re driftinh away again
Too beautiful
to know how to make love for real
too beautiful
to dry in my wet palms
First time again together in a recent time
we are quite - without sense - it´s in both of us
so strong as you say
so strong as I wish
if you are getting dressed in morning
and I smile at it
but feeling tired
from all the self-deceits
I will wake up first, as I guest I cannot enter your mind,
destiny: come and fight with me!
thousand times you must get up
to understand that I have you
in all of my songs, evening prayers,
let´s walk with me drunk by sunrise
let´s promise each other things that other don´t
first time in a life honest to a person
I am missing you, missing you,
why you are surprised,
I am missing you, missing you,
and you´re driftinh away again
Too beautiful
to know how to make love for real
too beautiful
to dry in my wet palms
Again we´ll meet drunk from a vinegarish wines
hopeless not finding a way out
twisted together we´ll cross the midnight city
we will offer oureselves to confused souls with a gesture
with a life full of known, but little lies
you´ve found a place between soul and heart
and me - blindly with a white stick
not brave to do anything
touching you
and the darkness
as you are falling asleep
under me
I am missing you, missing you,
why you are surprised,
I am missing you, missing you,
and you´re driftinh away again
Too beautiful
to know how to make love for real
too beautiful
to dry in my wet palms