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submerge


A lovely smile when I was young
Unparalleled since I was born
I knew my way and how to go
And then one day I began to throw

Only some of the achievements away
Losing them made me feel great
It was easy to leave them behind
In my then adolescent mind

In the meantime I realized
That those decisions have to be despised
Now they are causing what is really sad
Quite a few problems because of that.

And I dive away
To calm down my worries in the peace
Under the surface

Tears on my face
Are washed away but I have to get up
To breathe anyway

Caught in chains unable to shake off
Drought in grief that I can't complain
Question the sense of all the pretty stuff
That leads a life to be lived in good vain

Isn't there anybody walking my way
To show me a method of how to escape
That version of pace of live so meagre
I beg anybody to be my obligor

I would do my penace in case
Somebody put me back to the place
Where I was completely complacent
But nobody wants to listen to a good friend

And I dive away
To calm down the worries in the peace
Under the surface

And I have to say
I love this place but in a dangerous state
Of turmoil I stay

My hope is turning grey
The pressure grows, where does it lead
I start to doubt myself

Tears on my face
Are washed away but I have to get up
To breathe some air anyway



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perfect human



How does the perfect human live...

I am bleeding and you want me to heal your wounds.

A lonely girl I am here to inquire
Everything behind a mask
Of make up, beautiful, but smeared by tears
The bitter truth even if I'm not asked.



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Staring at the wall


boring, so boring
nothing to be done
raking up old stories
of fun all long gone
falling after soaring
into the sun
hating just waiting
for the letter to come

but it doesn`t show up
I have to stay one more lonely night
and moreover I`m not able to stop
thinking of your tights

reading, sleeping
no one is ringing the bell
I`m locked here weeping
in my own personal hell
they said you won`t go
anywhere without the x
so I`m forced to stay here
alone with all the indelible pics

of us dancing in my mind
having fun, crazy time
independance, infantail
running away for a while
the getaway car
enough fuel and oil
vanishing into the night

what happened then
knows only the red wine



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aphonic


if there were times in my life I was lonely
and it seemed like the world wouldn't want me
as every single time that I have never met you
it was for me to find there's nothing to forget you
wastin lines on the fact that you always have broken me
and when you're there there is no use if you behold me

I think it's wonderful
you want to leave me now
when I was just about
to figure it all out
and I guess it's a pity
I can't even admit it
I think it's wonderful
you have to leave me now

I think it was pretty dull
to think that I was proud
trying to tell you
what I am all about
and I think I'm not afraid
to let you never know
I think it's wonderful
you're gonna leave me now

I wonder where do all the fairies go
cause when you need one there's never one around
and soon I will find out that I was not the only
so from now I'll be waiting for the days that you owe me
and could it ever happen you might feel instantly the same
don't be as timid as we crawl in each other's vein



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committed


it's not a lovesong
just a statement of facts
I feel you feel wrong
as you clean out the racks
by the flash in your eye
I can tell you saw mine
paralyzed by your movin
you smile like you knew me

aren't we committed - to the decay called time
and now you call change - a compulsory crime

this written statement
could be the gist of my thoughts
you shine like you were sent
to enlighten my lost course
the things that happen to us
aren't even concerning trust
the possibilities kill me
your hugs though avow me

aren't we committed - to the decay called time
and now you call change - a compulsory crime

in the skelter called life
we haste and we strive
but in that internal zone
blunt back we're easily thrown

aren't we committed - to the decay called time
and now you call change - a compulsory crime



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