I think I've seen you somewhere I don't remember where it must have been among the woods or in my precious lonely dreams
your figure so familiar the wind blows whispering secret as I'm walking in the dirt like barefoot tired and wondering why
the moon shows it's dark side it's cold and there's no light big clouds full of mystery the way you look tonight makes me cry makes me cry
and all your joy means nothing it's only sham and it's a shame it really tells me nothing can't cope with fashion, crowds and feign
my rapture is my breathing my life just poetry to you it's silence I rejoice in cringing I won't waste my time
so watch me, here I'm standing truly there's nothing left there's nothing left but heaven above and, mother, that's strong will to cry makes me cry makes me cry
the approaching of the hour the approaching of the hour
the hour is hours
...how came the hour is ours?
how came?
once born and crashed on waves of misery you've never known for all we care sweet, bitter, salty or just growing old? you've never cared for all we know
once born and crashed on waves of misery you've never known for all we care sweet, bitter, salty or just losing faith? you've never cared for all we know