Clouds

Standing here somewere alone.
Knowing no need to get home.
Been told about happiness but i'm poor.
Someone's always waiting at their door.

Don't wanna stand out in the pouring clouds.
No longer my head down and my eyes closed.
Stop feel sorry for oneself.
Rise up and start beeing myself.
Don't wanna stand out in the pouring clouds.

On my way now irrepealable though ambiguous.
Don't know where to end up, all insecure and curious.
Wish a leading hand by my side.
Feel the wounds gapeing ravine wide.

Don't wanna stand out in the pouring clouds.
No longer my head down and my eyes closed.
Stop feel sorry for oneself.
Rise up and start beeing myself.
Don't wanna stand out in the pouring clouds.

See this picture of me in the mirror.
Passing by my own shadows, taste of nasty bitter.
Sweeping over it all, capture my whole life at once.
Uncover myself to fall naked, uprising stronger, shiny, unforced.

Don't wanna stand out in the pouring clouds.
No longer my head down and my eyes closed.
Stop feel sorry for oneself.
Rise up and start beeing myself.
Don't wanna stand out in the pouring clouds.

Bright and head up, going my way home.
Aware happines is once on my door.
Know much more then before, to reveal oneself is what i was looking for.
Risen untouched and stonger no doubts.
No longer stand out in the pouring clouds.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 10.04.2013

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