"Your face turned cold tonight. In my bed you passed out, so calm by my side. You and your mind left me dreaming about you and where you were heading to. But I hope you'll enjoy this state of mind. You were the lover of my life. I'll hold you close to me tonight.
Your thoughts were my truth through my life. In my songs, at your funeral, when I said goodbye. Goodbye!
And I hope you'll remember me when I get old and my face turns cold. I hope you'll remember me when I get old and when I sell my soul for the same amount of money, as when you were sold.
Life was just a simple miracle and we can't deny that we lived it with love, oh love, oh so cynical.
With time we'll all be invisible. We will turn pale and forgivable. My time with you was, oh so incredible.
Minds. Now so glorified and oh, so adorable, We can still love the unbearable peace that'll increase, so mythical.
Cause now all our hopes are just empirical. Time was running out, oh so incurable. Life is love and love is yet so wonderful.
My face turned cold that night, in my bed where you layed dead and cold, by my side. You and your mind.
You left me dreaming. You left me dreaming. You left me dreaming about you!"
Argh, det er jo ikke korrekt. Jeg benytter 3 ud af alverdens sider. Igen kan jeg blive små harm over din problemstilling. Du virker en anelse smålig ud fra dit buskab. Altså hvordan kan en person blive irriteret over dette her!?
Det handler om at lave sange, og det handler om at blive hørt. En ting af gangen. Jeg ved ikke hvor du vil hen af, med din knowhow, men jeg tror du tager lidt fejl i din antagelse.