Home Outing

It comes and slowly stains my heart
That's been cold, all alone and so tightly closed
The sins are scattered everywhere
They're around me
I can't see it
It vainly comes just crashing down
In this sad and forgotten little town
The truth we tend to look away from lies down deep

I open out my wings of glass
Up and towards the wind melted future
So just please don't go
Please don't go
Be close to you

I lay my head on top of the heavy and closed out door and I pray
The lonely future left for me is one of meaning of just living
It comes and slowly stains my heart
That's been cold, all alone and so tightly closed
The sins are scattered everywhere
They're around me
I can't see it
It vainly comes just crashing down
In this sad and forgotten little town
The truth we tend to look away from lies down deep

I open out my wings of glass
Up and towards the wind melted future
So just please don?t go
Please don't go
Wanna be close to you
I am now forgetting even the colours of your tears and love
So just please don't go
Please don't go
Holding on strong to what lies ahead

I bleed as my way of compensating everything to you
How heavy is blood?
Happiness and Sadness lies too close

The hand of the child born tomorrow will be just pure and nothing else
I can barely see you with all these tears

I open out my wings of glass
Up and towards the wind melted future
So just please don't go
Please don't go
Wanna be close to you
I am now forgetting even the colors of your tears and love
So just please don't go
Please don't go
Holding on strong to what lies ahead

The bell of reality rings out loudly from down deep within
And disappears with all the wind

My vision begins to blur
The sky of glass, the color of the wind
alone left over playing “Marry go round“
I wave my hand
My somehow faded voice is more important to me than my guilty conscience,
Tomorrow I will sleep deserting myself
More than tears of comedy, even more than anyone else I am futile
In the state to be taken; In the state to be bedraggled
In here...

In the dark morning, I pretend the window to be a picture frame
I wake my sleeping skin and press my hand against this wet piece of picture
Spring spatters into the river; life is swaying, to what place will you go?
I put my hand on the heavy and closed door
The remains of the parade; The silence laughs at the fact that I
won't be sleeping again tonight

More than tears of comedy, even more than anyone else I am futile
In the state to be to be just taken; In the state to be bedraggled
In here, put love...
The jokingly-dancing seasons hurt endlessly
In the state to be to be just taken; In the state to be bedraggled
And to be melted by dreams, that I hold out

I bleed as my way of compensating everything to you.
How heavy is blood?
Happiness and sadness lie too close
The hand that will be born tomorrow will be pure, just that
It is because of the tears, that I cannot see you anymore

More than tears of comedy, even more than anyone else I am futile
In the state to be to be just taken; In the state to be bedraggled
In here, put love...

It is a ferris wheel, from where I can look down at you
Merely the melody that only comes crumbling down
As it is sweet and beautiful, it's frightening
More than shallow words, the shadow made by the sun
Is left branded into my heart