You were born during a scare
Well it changed how you grew
Always fearing what's in the corner
Keeping eye on the shadows til you became a man
Well they turned out the lights
Still you continued your work
You must persist writing these sad songs
Thinking that you'll trap all your bad luck within their rhymes
Don't you know that songs only work
When you realize the words
You're unsure you'll settle the score on such terms
Or could you believe the stories you tell?
Can you believe them yourself?

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN