Sundaze
An eve and winter now become a song of you
What`s good and bad I don`t know, nor a thing you do
What if I fly with their voices` sound?
Maybe I can when their voices sound
An evening winter left a puzzle and a hole
And losing’s occupying me again once more
What if I fly with their voices’ sound?
What if it meant a fair ground?
And I remember yesterday, now Sunday’s without suns today
Nothing compares 2 what it was before
And now what’s killing is what’s missing and what’s missing is…is you
This winter evening is an empty little room
And things which used to fill don’t work anymore
I need to fly with their voices’ sound´
Silence within / Tunes without
And I remember…
Here I lie in a daze
Weird, it feels like a running race
You couldn’t break the spell and dwell on yesterday
That I remember
Yes I remember
What it was before
And now what’s killing is what’s missing and what’s missing is…is you
It’s you
Some broken metal: wish to find a home in it
Where good and bad don’t matter just the way they’re split
And then to fly with their voices’ sound
Could be so easy…would be…
I make my bed I’m drawing circles in the blue
I make my bed I’m drawing circles in the blue
I make my bed I’m drawing circles in the blue
I make my bed I’m drawing circles in the blue
© Text: Ellen Klinghammer
[von der CD "Holly's Songs"] |