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You don't have to speak...

All these accidents That happen Follow the dot Coincidence Makes sense Only with you You don't have to speak I feel
Emotional...landscapes They puzzle me Then the riddle gets solved And you push me up to
This state of emergency How beautiful to be State of emergency Is where I want to be
All that no-one sees, you see What's inside of me Every nerve that hurts, you heal Deep inside of me You don't have to speak, I feel
Emotional...landscapes They puzzle me - confuse Then the riddle gets solved And you push me up to
This state of emergency How beautiful to be State of emergency Is where I want to be State of emergency How beautiful to be State of emergency Is where I want to be



In this silence I believe I have seen you...

“I want you to be weak. As weak as I am.”  ― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Give me release Witness me, I am outside Give me peace Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up when the rage in me subsides Passion chokes the flower until she cries no more Possessing all the beauty hungry still for more Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up When the rage in me subsides In this white wave I am sinking In this silence In this white wave ... in this silence ... I believe I can't help this longing ... comfort me I can't hold it all in ... if you won't let me ... Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up When the rage in me subsides In this white wave I am sinking In this silence In this white wave ... in this silence I believe I have seen you ... in this white wave you are silent You are breathing in this white wave ... I am free







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stop hurting me...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPXJXxfauis
Black flies on the windowsill That we are That we are That we are to know Winter stole summer's thrill And the river's cracked and cold
See the sky is no man's land A darkened plume to stay Hope here needs a humble hand Not a fox found in your place
And no man is an island, oh this I know But can't you see, oh? Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone
Black flies on the windowsill That we are That we are That we are to hold Comfort came against my will And every story must grow old
Still I'll be a traveler A gypsy's reins to face But the road is wearier With that fool found in your place
And no man is an island, oh this I know But can't you see, oh? Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone
So here we are...
And I don't wanna beg your pardon And I don't wanna ask you why But if I was to go my own way Would I have to pass you by?