Dear one, what have you done?
Those waxen wings melt in the sun
Where have you gone?
What are you running from?
You gave it away, you slept through the day
Sometimes we all break down
When there's no friends around
You see yourself in photographs
Of winters past, remembering the days
In your hometown
Dreams, impossible dreams
Those moving pictures
From scripts that are scriptures
To those who believe
In those magazines
You think they would know
You reap what you sow
Some days we all are blessed
We sing the world to rest
Until the moon shines through
The broken window pane
And calls you back again

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN