Lebanon Hanover

from here we can see into the hollow skythe thought of falling down keeps me aliveand your hot lips print words into my skinall revolt is imaginaryour castle reaches far into the cloudsso close to space and so superioron top of that tower you can’t withstandand love me until the worst storm ever endsoh once […

I’ve never been any ones princeI’ve never been any ones someoneIt’s all coming trueyou woke me from my slumberYou made me so much strongerbut now no one holds handsno one holds hands anymoreI’ve never been any ones dollI’ve never been of any ones interestIt’

Perhaps an ideal way of lifeleads to an ideal way of deathIt would be good to be youbut I’d rather be deadPerhaps a fashionable way of lifeleads to a fashionable way of deathbut to be in love is not in fashion anymoreLet’s move somewherenear the northern skiesand watch the northern lightsand

I know why you crytheir love is cold as an iceberglonely we dieand so do all the icebergsuntil the day arriveswhere love dies foreverdie Welt, die Welt, die Welt, die Welt, die Welt, die Weltwir immer (k)älter Я знаю, почему ты плачешьИх любовь холодна как айсбергодинокими мы умираеми так делают все

YOU SAY NOSTALGIA IS NEGATIONIT CAN’T GO ON LIKE THATIT WILL ALL ENDCONTENTMENT TO BE IN NATUREAND KINDNESS IS STILL SO HARD TO FINDSADNESS IS REBELLIONAND SELF HATE ONLY RESPECTTHERE IS WAVES OF RESISTANCESOMEWHERE OUT THERE BUT THERE’S NOT ENOUGH OF THEMTHOSE GRAVES ARE SUCH A TEMPTATIONIF WE DON’

if it’s not possible to change people’s mindswe might as well just spin on icespin around until we diei can read it in their eyesthey disagree with all my likesand i will never understand whyplease go out with me tonightfar away from the streetlightsi need you in the hall of icei need you to be […

DANCE WITH ME THE GALLOWDANCEAS LONG AS WE’RE NOT HANGINGAS LONG AS WE STILL CAN MY LOVEWE BOTH KNOW THE STRING IS ALWAYS READYDANCE WITH ME THE GALLOWDANCEFOR ALL THE DEGRADATION IS THIS LANDDANCE WITH ME THE GALLOWDANCEAS DISORIENTATED AS YOU CANTANZ MIT MIR DEN GALGENTANZSOLANGE WIR NOCH NICHT