Perhaps these hands held children's hands
But what do they hold now?
What love lay in this heart now silent
Empty, a broken vessel
I've searched and searched from crown to toe
But there's no trace of you
Innominate anatomical
No history in histology
No biography in biology
I won't believe
I can't believe
That we're just a sum of parts

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN