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Eugen - Gesang, Gitarre, Text
Tom - Gitarre, Gesang
Ingo - Bass
Eugen - Gesang, Gitarre, Text
Tom - Gitarre, Gesang
Ingo - Bass
(by Eugen)
Far away
I heard a bell.
A bell too nice to sound calming.
I went there, stood, and looked around.
I heard a cry instead of a welcome.
Into a broken soul I fell;
The drops of mourning
Were covering my clothes.
I wished I could be man enough
To take them off and spend the light I had
Brought with me to be not alone myself.
But what if it was only
My own ear which trapped me
In a knot of mind?
Could it have been my own cry
I heard in the beginning?
The peace I’ve hoped to get
From this abandoned place
Is nothing but a mirror;
My tears are mine, not yours.
Excuse me, stranger
For coming back again.
Far away
I heard a bell.
A bell too nice to sound calming.
I went there, stood, and looked around.
I heard a cry instead of a welcome.
Into a broken soul I fell;
The drops of mourning
Were covering my clothes.
I wished I could be man enough
To take them off and spend the light I had
Brought with me to be not alone myself.
But what if it was only
My own ear which trapped me
In a knot of mind?
Could it have been my own cry
I heard in the beginning?
The peace I’ve hoped to get
From this abandoned place
Is nothing but a mirror;
My tears are mine, not yours.
Excuse me, stranger
For coming back again.
