Where I go, when I go there. No more memory anymore. Only men on distant ships, the women with them. Swimming with them to shore. . Where I go, when I go there.
Come cream away the bliss. Travel the world within my lips. Fondle the pearl of your distant dreams. Havent you heard the word of your body?. . Oh, youre gonna be wounded.
Just too unreal, all this. Watching the words fall from my lips. Baiting some girl with hypotheses. Haven't you heard the word of your body?. . Don't feel a thing you wish.
And all shall fade. The flowers of spring. The world and all the sorrow. At the heart of everything. . But still it stays. The butterfly sings. And opens purple summer.
Something started crazy. Sweet and unknown. Something you keep in a box on the street. Now it's longing for a home. . And who can say what dreams are.
There's a part I can't tell. About the dark I know well. . You say, "Time for bed now, child". Mom just smiles that smile. Just like she never saw me.
In the midst of this nothing, this miss of a life. Still there's this wanting just to see you go by. It's almost like lovin', sad as that is. May not be cool, but it's so where I live.
You fold his hands and smooth his tie. You gently lift his chin. Were you really so blind. And unkind to him?. . Can't help the itch to touch, to kiss.
I believe. I believe. I believe. Oh, I believe. All will be forgiven. . I believe. I believe. I believe. Oh, I believe. All will be forgiven. . I believe.
{Dear Herr Stiefel, Moritz. I've spent the entire day thinking about your note. Truly it touched me, it did. That you'd think of me as a friend}. . {Of course I was saddened to hear.
Litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto. Vi superum, saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram. Multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem. Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris.
I believe. I believe. I believe. Oh, I believe. All will be forgiven. . I believe. I believe. I believe. Oh, I believe. All will be forgiven. . I believe.