Night and day, you are the one Only you beneath the moon and under the sun Whether near me or far It's no matter, darling, where you are I think of you
One day we walked along the sand, one day in early spring You held a piper in your hand to mend its broken wing Now I'll remember many a day and many
Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far away Now it seems as though they're here to stay Oh I believe in yesterday Suddenly I'm not half the man I used
Sometimes I wonder why I spend The lonely night dreaming of a song The melody haunts my reverie And I am once again with you When our love was new And
Din din din Din din din Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes, each one she passes Goes ahh When
gesang, gottes wesen liegt in einfachen dingen, bin froh daß beide meiner väter mir zeigen, wie ich goldene zeiten find chorus sehnst du dich nach goldenen
Alone in the night, Fijo is crying; she has been left by her husband who had to leave to fight the darkness of matter. Thoughts of what once was flow
Waking up aggravated Stupid sh-t man I hate it b-tches lyin' b-tches cryin' Suicidal get in line Gettin mine bouncin freaks Loosing sleep countin sheep
A calm then, the roaring wall of the eye As we sailed to the world from an insular life From the boughs that had sheltered us all of our lives From the
By shadowing All the darkened fields Of forgotten words And civilian lives Violence Through the changing guards Through the grinding away And their furious
Gone from the house to the snows Like a wandering light You send a last balloon To the solemn light of the moon's eye Over the fields And the arcs of
In the burning daze Of unnatural light I took a long drive Into the evening On the barracks road Past the generals' eyes Down to the seawall Where the
Walk him up and down the corridors Till his arms are tired Till his lungs are tired Starve him of the air, the dimming light Till his eyes are wide Till
Come down from the lion's back Call down to the endless sleepers Give life to the dimming days That run in an endless stream now In the black of the
Effortless gulls in the wake Silver and white on the bow As the island is broken away From the world Bandages pulled from the eyes The violent surging
Send back the uniforms Send back the generous Reich Send us back to our lives On the waving blue wild And remove every mark Down to the waterline And
In a power dive In a slow burn Over ancient fields Over islands From the slope and the rise Of the mainland Unfamiliar shapes Through the atmosphere
How could I have seen them Their faces and distant lives Shells in the ocean Just a mark Laid on the map lines To drown in the ocean's rise Or burn in