YOU.

The Airborn Toxic Event- Sometime around midnight

And it starts, sometime around midnight.

Or at least, that's when you lose yourself for a minute or two.

As you stand under the bar lights and the band plays some song

about forgetting yourself for a while.

And the piano's this melancholy soundtrack to her smile

and that white dress she's wearing,

you haven't seen her for a while but you know, that she's watching.

She's laughing, she's turning, she's holding her tonic like a cross.

The room suddenly spinning, she walks up and asks how you are,

so you can smell her perfume .

You can see her lying naked in your arms and so there's a change in your emotions.

And all of these memories come rushing like feral waves to your mind of the curl of your bodies,

like two perfect circles entwined and you feel hopeless,

and homeless, and lost in the haze of the wine.

And she leaves with someone you don't know, but she makes sure you saw her,

she looks right at you and bolts as she walks out the door

your blood boiling, your stomach in ropes and then your friends say

"What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost."

And you walk under the streetlights and you're too drunk

to notice that everyone's staring at you

You don't care what you look like, the world is falling around you.

You just have to see her.

You just have to see her.

You just have to see her.

You just have to see her.

You just have to see her.

You know that she'll break you in two.

Friedrich Schiller

Ich muss mich der Glückseeligkeit würdig fühlen.

Es ist nicht Egoisterei, nicht einmal Stolz

- es ist eine von der Liebe unzertrennliche Sehnsucht,

sich selbst hoch zu schätzen.

Edward Sharpe And The Magnetic Zeros – Home

I do love my ma and pa

Not that way that I do love you

Ain’t nothing please me more than you

I’ve been everywhere with you

Laugh until we think we’ll die

Barefoot on a summer night

Never could be sweeter than with you

And in the streets you run a-free

Like it’s only you and me

Ah, home Let me go home

Home is wherever I’m with you

Soloalbum

Als wir uns liebten, liebten wir uns selbst nicht.

Als wir uns den Krieg erklärten, gaben wir uns schon verloren.

Als wir uns trennten, blieben wir am selben Ort.

So lagen wir uns bald wieder in den Armen

und nannten es ein Liebesgedicht.

Aber kein Liebesgedicht dieser Welt

erklärt uns die Angst vor der Liebe.

someone special

Tomte- Nichts ist so schön auf der Welt, wie betrunken traurige Musik zu hören!

Und plötzlich denkst du an alles auf der ganzen Welt

Und es kommt dir so vor, dass es dir alles in Allem

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