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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

“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

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