I'm still searching, I can't define my religion On a Sunday April the 21st I will understand that I've waited to long.
All these little things I try to tell you in a song In Paris we can meet for the show, My birthday present you'll now never know.
Sometimes it's hard to explain These words for the end of the lane.
So far away from heaven I'm standing here so far away you found the island to escape beside a three Dry my tears wile you sleep.
When your brother died, Thirty seven days ago A fail that took a part of you, You where so afraid then to leave him alone
In dreams you can reach for your hand You follow the way to the end.
So far away from heaven I'm standing here so far away You found the island to escape beside a tree Dry my tears...
I'm so alone in this beautiful mind So anodyne these tears in my eyes, Initial greatness And the spirit is gone Replaced by the burden In this quite contrived version of what we call life ...but we have to carry on
So far away from heaven I'm standing here so far away you found the island to escape beside a tree dry my tears, dry my tears dry my tears
So far away from heaven I'm standing here so far away you found the island to escape beside a tree dry my tears while you sleep