Now... in this faraway land Strange... that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring... and the air's turning mild City lights... and
Freedom fighter standing on a mountain in a foreign country Trying to send a message to his people back in the ghetto He had a home one time, love of
I'm suicidal, maniacal, self-destructive You leave me no hope, no life Nothing worth living for I've taken it, can't take it anymore My worst nightmare
i just want to lay myself down drink the illusions and let it all float away into the river of voices one of them will speak and tell me where to go i
Wasting the world away at the bite of your touch, the wash of the passing days seeping out doesn't matter that much, drowning out...no sound, pouring
Tout change Et tout me derange J'nous reconnais plus Les murs tremblent Y'a plus rien qui m'ressemble Meme le nom de ma rue Dis-moi a quel age J'vais
In your dark sky You'll see what you always longed to see Trying not to be there again From all silence To the crying voices of the earth Trying to believe
The flower that smiles today Tomorrow dies All that we wished to stay Temps and then flies What is the worlds delight? Lightning that mocks the night
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sweep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. The nightingale
In the evening call for him Waiting for the good life he may bring It won't come to you He doesn't hear for you In your darkness beg for hope Waiting
Come heavy sleep, the image of true death And close up these my - my weary weeping eyes Whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath And tears my heart
Come, be happy and sit near to me, Shadow-wested, shadow-wested misery, Unwilling silent bride Mourning in thy, in thy robe of pride Come, be happy and
The colour from the flower is gone, Which like thy sweet eves smiled on me The odour from the flower is flow, Which breath of thee and only thee A withered
Away the moor is dark beneath the moon, And rapid clouds have drunk day's last pale beam, Gathering winds will call darkness so soon, Will call the darkness
Darkened Northwind Fade away from all mankind To the darkness In your heart you feel your dying Fear the winter And the cold in which your living Always
Walking or asleep, thou of death must deem Things more true and deep than we mortals dream We look before and after and pine for what's not Our sincerest
Sorrow, stay! Lend true repentant tears To a woeful wretched wight. Hence, despair with thy tormenting fears 0 do not my poor heart affright. In darkness
Shall I strive with words to move When deeds receive not due regard? Shall I speak and neither please Nor be freely heard? Grief, alas, though all in