I'm out of the forest, I'm out of the wilds. I'm out of the forest and into the light. I'm out of extinction and into the scene. I'm out of extinction and into the meaning.
Thinking surface looking under. You want something look no further. Thinking hard but working in a small time. She was born in mid-town Provincia. . And down the road from Faust.
People say, "It's easy living in the light". Never see the hard times, never see the fight. Simple when it's slow but only if it's right. I only see the good times every time.
Peace and love, a phoney kind of blubber. My instincts tell me to crash. You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them. I somehow think this won't last.
Well, I've been thinking about all of the things I've said. And all the things I seem to keep inside my head. I won't take them back, I won't take them home.
Misdemeanors form the fantasies of life. Like holding hands with the mysteries of time. Making blood like a Joan of Arc believes. It's like I said a little love is all you need.
Wolfgang. Wolfgang [Incomprehensible]. Wolfgang. Wolfgang. . Face the facts and don't look back. There's a hole in this middle town affair. There's a whole inquest, like a hole in rest.
11 years of faking it. Same clothes, empty songs. Believing it like a most. Sing your blues and low life tunes. . Make it sad, make it slow. Make it wet like a honeymoon.