I thought as a child I'd feel like an eagle Rain on the windscreen I'm captured in technical solitude Fly The higher I am The closer I'll be to the
We both know we dreamed our live away We both thought that we'd be back someday But now you're out of my reach Not the slightest trace of you We thought
I made up my mind I promised I'd follow wherever you're going to I can't see your face in the clouds
Did you really think that daisy chains picked in vain Put you to shame, I don't think so Did you really think you're right to ask me why Don't waste
You'll never be forgotten You're always on my mind I look into the mirror A good friend is hard to find Would anyone please tell me If all was fixed
Out in the land I heard some people say There is no other way than to settle scores of age old grievance Lost all belief in honesty and sowing seeds
Leading me through all the way back home Breaking with the self I was before Now that times have changed My memories are old, much too old Sitting here
If the world is one big plan Why must we lose our innocence Why have we lost our paradise? Paralysed. nothing to give The chestnut vender in the rain
Again I'm standing in the rain Braindead from a working day A cold wind on this monday afternoon This place still holds the magic Even though I did
Hillage, giraudy I'm walking on the land But my mind is under the sea The fish in the sky just swim on by And the birds in my brain keep on singing
Day on my pillow Gazing at the skyline Happy that my soul can rest for a while Not a single decision To give you direction 'Cause that wouldn't be my
Say somebody to your broken heart Follow me onto a peaceful plane By the way, your friends will be beside you I never thought our life would be An easy
Calm the people Tell them life's better than a hundred years ago Feed them with hope in a war of all Against all but don't let them know How can I
This strange peace in my heart A warmth which I can feel Like a bud starting to bloom I know what I could be The spirit of this place Is at one with
The new born moon seems like a cradle, shining on the desert sand Scent of sandalwood and jasmine, a goddess with a silver skin I am painting all your
It's bleak in November Back on the street where the city doesn't laugh anymore A last dance of the wind with the waste Of a vanished and misplaced reality
I know why you're leaving I never meant to be the way your thought Side by side Was it your hand holding mine? The warmth still coming radiating through
You have to live You have to give Each other your love There you stand talking to me Time stands still, The sun is shining through Your golden hair I