Tekst :

Planche now, disappeared
there`s a big bag gole gonna eat me up some day
some day, face away like a memory
or a place that you be
some place, lost in space
fiction my head that´s telling me somewhere
somewhere, out for me, anywhere, i don´t care, keep me out of here
if i could feel
all the pears and the prix
if you were real
i can take for some parts, we would get back together

Refrain:
This will come true
i make it trough into your deep
all i can do
driving me trough into your deep


One track,get in on your bag
you speaks it up but your lips couln´d say it
right now,make it out some now
we can take the chance,
we could make it,make it
right here make it out of dissappear
everything that we could missing,missing
you make me feel
there´s a part of me,that i wanna get back again

Refrain:
Let this come true
i make it trough into your deep
all i can do
pussing it trough into your deep
(into you,into you,into you,into you)

all i can do
driving on trough into your deep

You stop it trough
i come into,into your deep
we could become,during to one
leave this behind,unfalling done everything else
i come it trough into your
(into you,into you)

I am a dead man walking like a moth
Drawn to blue light
You ll cut my head off with your guillotine of love
And I am a dead man walking like a moth
Drawn to blue light
Sentenced to love you with someone else s love

Kill me, my girl
With the guns you have loaded...

Walking hand in hand
Touching hips and all I can
Reaching out to you
Watch you dress and leave my room
See the reasons changing for you overnight
Watch these pictures running through my head

Laughing, I m laughing, I m crying

Panic

I m about to enter Hell
The razor s edge of human sense
I m not a fool, I m not a saint
I m the shaman, the medicine man

I can fall down like a dog
Then I fly high like a hawk...

Ring of fire

Fun girl
You tempted me
A feast of sparks
in the night is what I need
Oo, I m a ready to roar
And I m a ready for more
Well, I m a ready to burn
Like the light until the dawn

(PRE-CHORUS)
Oh, I gotta see the...

The garden of Jane Delawney

The Poet s Voice Lingers On
His Words Hang in the Air
The Ground You Walk Upon
My Death Will Not Be There
My Death Will Not Be Then

I Take You Through My Dreams
Out Into the Darkest Morning
Past the Bloodfilled Stream
Into the Garden of Jane Delawney
Into Her Garden Love

Always Roses There
Don t Like It...