I try to say something though
Words are superfluous
What
There is no use in dying
When still I seem to
It seems your joy is limited.
It seems theres something I
It's written down in field reports
About what happened, what we
I thought she was an angel
Beautiful and kind
I
Wieder mal ein Tag vorüber,
kalt und sinnentleert
Ich habe
chorus
From far beneath our galaxy
The spacemen came and they
Sometimes it seems
I've seen everything in this life
And I refuse
Many different faces, many bodies walking by
Beautiful and smooth