1. |
subspace transmission
00:23
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2. |
blowball
04:21
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a kiss on the forehead – a second to waste
my heart is a bedroom – life´s just a phase
two lines with a pencil – a flag on the map
crossing the borders - with every step
life´s a blowball - so fill your lungs, but breathe out slowly – it has just begun
a knop in the bootlace – a bug in the grass
my mind is a classroom - got lessons to pass
a pen in my pocket – my fist in the mudd
a boat out of paper – for after the flood
and all my friends are passing by
it all depends how hard I try
high five for the first kiss – a tear for the last
science is static – got nothing to ask
the view from the rooftop – it´s made out of gold
my soul is a market – sell and get sold
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3. |
gravity
04:20
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leaving ground
no longer bound
by gravity
just you and me
I conquered the world
that´s what I thought
we shared every song
now I lost your heart
I conquered the world
that’s what I thought
and we both knew
this will go wrong
and we both feel
our chance is gone
i cut my chains
that kept me here
the view has changed
my sight is clear
this one last breath
and then it starts
cause nothing stops
these beating hearts
now I know the hardest part
is not to miss the start
now I know the hardest part
and we both knew
this would go wrong
and we both feel
our chance is gone
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4. |
from down below
03:58
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a falling star that´s what you are
I was watching you from down below
but now you have nowhere to go
you seemed so proud like shining light
you seemed to know what´s wrong what´s right
and I followed you from down below
and now I have nowhere to go
you can not run away - today, today
you have a dept to pay - today, today
the fall was deep from high above
to spread your wings was not enough
and I watched you fail from down below
but I will rise and I will grow
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5. |
how things will work out
04:26
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stop all clocks
make every second count
and start with this one
every thought
is turning noise to sound
somewhere, somehow
turn on the radio and
count all the bad news
turn off the tv show
and start something new
take good care of me
I will take good care of you
if you´ll take good care of me
hold your breath
and the count up to ten
we need to calm down
every move
is turning dust to stars
somewhere, somehow
turn the key
and we will see
how things will work out
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6. |
mother nature
04:22
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I just fell out of the clouds
and mother nature is my host
I was born with wings but still I´m filled with doubts
every ocean has its coast
close your eyes
and feel the breeze
fall asleep
beneath the trees
this is now
feel it all
after summer
comes the fall
the future´s not what I´d call a friend
and my childhood is the cause
every wave has blades and the water cuts my lungs so deep
I just don´t know who deals the cards
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7. |
leave my tracks
04:54
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these streets mean nothing to me
a thousand shades of grey
faces dead like stone
just barriers in my way
the dawn of living dead
they´re all just passing by
the aimless frozen core
it´s all just cursed to die
I won´t leave my tracks here
evolving backwards
I can´t see the sky
this is my last try
|: I will stand my ground :|
my good intentions fade to black
and there could be no turning back
abused, confused and left alone
this feels so fucking far from home
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...thanks and get ready! Chemnitz, Germany
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