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copyright by wemakemusic* 07
produced by Martin Rotheneder+Daniel Letschka
Musicians: Christian Benedikt, Cornelia Liebhart, Thomas Schneider, Martin Rotheneder, Marion Grünauer, Elisabeth Kousal, Himan Nath
produced by Martin Rotheneder+Daniel Letschka
Musicians: Christian Benedikt, Cornelia Liebhart, Thomas Schneider, Martin Rotheneder, Marion Grünauer, Elisabeth Kousal, Himan Nath
Last week I was surprised, emotions high, felt not allowed to live it up. I was blocked, not in the right situation.
Situation, what would you think, I’m in, I’m in and I got no time. I want to be alone; I had to break off again.
My hip; down to; flop down to the floor. I don’t feel tired anymore, it’s not forgotten, I remember why.
You talk about you, I talk about us, I’m here, and you’re there, nothing in between. Forgotten things, remember why.
And if you would - concentrate
And if you would – risk it all
You’d catch all the little differences
and risk it all.
I admire her, I see myself, and today I’ve lost the child in me. It’s always this; it’s always that, all need to be controlled.
My thoughts want leave, don’t want to stay, it’s not long ago, I know it now, I’m closer now to the edge, the edge is near.
Afraid to talk, because there is no time, no laugh at all, I feel alone, woke up again, no sleep tonight.
I pass across, I’m moving through, where it is not a passive way, face your aims, don’t stick, in a common lie.
I know I learn, to find my own, miss it, miss you, it’s not long ago, distance comes closer now, talk to me.
Situation, what would you think, I’m in, I’m in and I got no time. I want to be alone; I had to break off again.
My hip; down to; flop down to the floor. I don’t feel tired anymore, it’s not forgotten, I remember why.
You talk about you, I talk about us, I’m here, and you’re there, nothing in between. Forgotten things, remember why.
And if you would - concentrate
And if you would – risk it all
You’d catch all the little differences
and risk it all.
I admire her, I see myself, and today I’ve lost the child in me. It’s always this; it’s always that, all need to be controlled.
My thoughts want leave, don’t want to stay, it’s not long ago, I know it now, I’m closer now to the edge, the edge is near.
Afraid to talk, because there is no time, no laugh at all, I feel alone, woke up again, no sleep tonight.
I pass across, I’m moving through, where it is not a passive way, face your aims, don’t stick, in a common lie.
I know I learn, to find my own, miss it, miss you, it’s not long ago, distance comes closer now, talk to me.
