I miss youand your hand gently touching mine. I miss conversationsome laughtersome wine. I miss you waking upfar away from my here from my nowthe beep on my phonewith a text from your soul. On a cold dayyou take both my feet in your handand you hold themand warm themlike the summer…
Your name is Fakeyou play it well.Your smile's not realStraight out of hell. I often wonderedwhat you meantwhen you were talking.Then I dreamtof someone elsein your big shoesof someone nicewith no fake clues. And then I wokeand didn't knowwho is the real onewho is show? I played alongfor quite some…
We‘re runningWe‘re chasingOur goalsAnd our dreams We’re fighting the symptomsOf this spreading disease We wantAnd we needmore Stuff Money Fame We‘re ready to riskEverythingFor this game We‘re jealousWe envyThe likesAnd their salesWhile forgetting to putOur mindsOn the scales We‘ve got EverythingIn thereAll the Love Joy Happiness But by runningAnd chasingWe lose touchLose access We’re running so fastwe…
I grab your handand smile at youI lift itand skipthen you do it too We laughand we skipall the wayto the store And then all the way back.And you shout: Once more!