i can hear it sound
noone else can
at times i want to play
for the people outside
i can't
still i can hear
i love the sound
where is my love
i can see it captures
everything it touches
its hands are delicate
nothing else can touch that way
sometimes i wonder
but then i have to think about King Midas
where is my drum
i can feel its beat
minute by minute
seasons passing by
starshine at night
funny, whenever i want to turn up the volume
it disapeares
Gitarrenriffe, die See ist laut
man hört was sich zusammenbraut
die Herzen taub
die Seele wund
doch was dort schmerzt ist meistens Schund
wie reimverschuldet
formt der Klang
nur noch Gezeter statt Gesang.
