Dedicated to D. F. - Happy early birthday.


About longings, the past and a life in faded grey

Always clinging to the past,
Like a loner in the night.
Looking over the shoulder,
Carrying my burden deep inside.

Summer leaves, seasons pass,
Autumn’s here, weather changes.
I’m falling with the leaves
Among these unknown faces.

Wonderful times,
Why do you always pass away?
Without your warmth
Everything tints faded grey.
Ancient expressions gone by,
You’re simply not the same.
Everything I loved about you
Now causes nothing but pain.

Playing my guitar all alone,
Keeping the memories alive,
My song meant to cure
The cancer that will ever survive.

Autumn leaves, seasons pass,
Winter’s here, weather changes.
I’m lying backwards in the snow
Thinking of their frozen faces.

Wonderful times,
Why do you always pass away?
Without your warmth
Everything tints faded grey.
Ancient feelings gone by,
I’m simply not the same.
Everything I treasured in life
Turned my joy into pain.

Heading nowhere through
My personal wasteland,
My longing’s with me,
Holding on to my hand.
And again and again
I turn around to see
If the beloved past times
Will come back to me.

Wonderful times,
Why do you always pass away?
Without your warmth
Everything tints faded grey.
Once close bonds gone by,
We‘re simply not the same.
Nothing can be eternal,
So remembrance is my pain.

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(Falls es gefällt, würde ich mich freuen, wenn du es mal vertonen würdest.)
23.9.11 01:39