He is sitting on a hill a vapid night is crawling through the vale the trees are fangs of transiency the demons forge hammers and nails
he will travel all the ways that lead to the unknown lands time has distorted his view an amen in his due
he is gazing at the skies without yearning in his eyes and he will follow the invisible trace when the sirens sing again...
the spring is in the air, the silence in the skies the wind is in his hair, the moon is in his eyes the bats play on but he'll be gone before the world has left the night
...the birds sing on but he has gone before the morning spreads its light
I've been searching I've been searching for so long Now I'm chasing the shadows away I've been trying Yes I tried to find my way No more crying in the make or break decade There were times when I was down There were times I felt so low My whole life just seemed to be A senseless quest for energy.
But I carry your flame All through my life I'm a believer Peace deep in our hearts All things must pass But we'll be together...again.
I've been walking I've been walking in the rain When the angel of my intuition Whispered hello Well,I was quite surprised To face that kind of incarnation Love comes always unexpected Love strikes blind and undirected Love is the answer Love is all we need,my friend Now you came and changed the weather Now I wanna live forever.
I carry your flame All through my life I'm a believer Peace deep in our hearts All things must pass But we'll be together...again.
When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world And I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't care if it hurts I want to have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I'm not around You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. She's running out again, She's running out She's run run run run Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't belong here.
Peter Rosegger
(1843 - 1918), Pseudonym P. K., Petri Kettenfeier, österreichischer Volksschriftsteller und Erzähler, Autodidakt, begann als Wanderschneider