When The Night Comes

When the night comes sweet

they are calling a fleet

to save your love

they are falling from above.

 

I am singing this song.

Where do I belong?

Above

or

here

like a dove

or

sphere?

 

When the night comes cold

they are taking the old

to take their lives

or giving them the hives.

 

I am watching my back.

There could be an attack.

From the sky

or

right here

will I cry

or

just have fear?

 

War is what they call it.

I don't see fit.

There is sorrow

today and tomorrow.

Why no amends?

Why everybody pretends?

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 10.02.2016

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