Paint it black nevertheless
A running gag to success
Spitting time all it's mine
Cruel thes day will not go under
Talk to me, please talk to me,
Anything talk to be free
This cups of coffee will be gone
In whose contents I will drown

You are promising for me
That's necessary
Like the summer on the sea
That's necessary
Shifting sands under feet
That's necessary
You are promising for me

The prophets in the puddle kneel
Do answer out of spittle meal
Mother takes her bike in heaven
That faster, find her man till seven

This old blind in the dark
I've never seen if not a spark
In my heart a little tender
You say yes and he will surrender

Nevertheless I need your adress
Bells are ringing without success
That's a matter of constant pain
I through the doubt in the garbage can

This is not a weeping song
Not a look to be strong
This is hide and high and higher
It will burn through the amplifier

Your track will follow and obscure
Before I leave, I must be sure
Can you remember this moment in haze
But I can remember your pretty face

Text & Musik: Markus Maria Jansen & Mike Pelzer
© Edition FUEGO

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