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Alien

head in the clouds, mind in the sky

maybe I'm an alien

not the Clark Kent type of guy

but rather like E.T.

is there a home for me

somewhere in a different galaxy
 

you are strange to me, all of you

in your strange little minds, still no clue

with your pigeonhole thinking

thirsty throats' liquor drinking

cutting down flowers to put on your table

letting numbers decide who will be able

trapping people into boxes like items to use

acting like everybody got choices to choose
 

head in the clouds, mind in the sky

maybe I'm an angel

an angel without wings, not able to fly

yet missing universe's eternity

starlight on my soul's thick skin, reverently

dragged down not by your sin but gravity
 

you are strange to me, all of you

in your strange little lives, so much to do

forgetting Neverland and becoming adults

repeating the past hoping for different results

pointing fingers and standing right in the middle

texting, talking, screaming, and saying so little

craving stories and skipping through pages

praising freedom and putting birds into cages
 

head in the clouds, mind in the sky

alone in a room full of people who try

waiting for my long missed flight

maybe I'm a traveler just per mind

stumbling through the night

leaving nothing but feathers behind

Wall of Glass

Different right from the start

An outsider never taking part

Looking for what is not to find
 

Standing still with a wandering mind

Doesn't mean I feel no pain

Didn't mean to feel that much
 

I can watch but never touch

I can dream but never reach

Behind this wall of glass
 

I've seen a million stories

I've cried and I've laughed

I've died and I've loved
 

A hand so near to my heart

So close and yet so far

Knocking on the glass
 

Your warmth seeping through

Melting the ice, drops falling to you

A story almost coming true
 

It's dark here, you can't see me

What's glass to me, is a mirror to you

When you look at me, you just see yourself
 

Can't let you see the real me

So you won't be scared away

You go and I always stay
 

Saw a glimpse of what we could be

I'm knocking on the glass

Can you hear me?
 

In our ways we both are free

I won't ask you to stay

I want you to see
 

Felt the cracks forming, worlds apart

Thought you could break the glass

Instead you broke my heart
 

I just wanna close my eyes

Watching stories in my head

While the wall of glass will rise


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„I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for one second that I am one of them." Sherlock to Moriarty Komplett anzeigen

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