There is smoke after each stanza,
you shoot in the wrong direction
at me, right on target,
how so far have I lived in delusion?
Poems, white from snow,
are melting inside us;
a memory of sin
in a castle out of fear;
I have been one way,
but now I’m different.
You’re with me, but really not,
you look the other away;
all eyes are fixed on you.
You’re with me, but really not,
untold secrets
are hidden between the lines.
I hear rumors of others with you,
there are no others like me.
After a love catastrophe
I sense you beside me with every cell;
there is no war, but you yourself
is staying as if under compulsion.
Clouds, black from anger,
are gathering again over us;
a memory of sin
in a castle out of fear;
you have been one way,
but now you’re different.
You’re with me, but really not,
you look the other away;
all eyes are fixed on you.
You’re with me, but really not,
untold secrets
are hidden between the lines.
I hear rumors of others with you,
there are no others like me.
Poems, white from snow,
are melting inside us;
a memory of sin
in a castle out of fear;
you have been one way,
but now you’re different.
Clouds, black from anger,
are gathering again over us;
a memory of sin
in a castle out of fear;
I have been one way,
but now I’m different.
A film with an unexpected end –
is it for us
or is it a well-known story?
A film with an unexpected end –
is it for us
or are the rules different?
[x2]
You’re with me, but really not,
you look the other away;
all eyes are fixed on you.
You’re with me, but really not,
untold secrets
are hidden between the lines.
[x2]
I hear rumors of others with you,
there are no others like me.