a glass of red wine and so it goes again the story of this nomad heart, slipping in the dark city streets...one of those moments in which I wish i was there...and u were also and we could end finally a doomed circle...but guess what none of this is possible and maybe it's better like that...
i hear music in my ears, i hear others call my nickname that was know only by you and out of the blue i see u standing in front of me ...geesh they must have put something in this frappe...
can i run faster than that? can u be my finish line? can i quit on the way and take another path less twisted and morbid...can i? can i? yes i am CAN but even so...i can't...
is weird how spring flowers remind me of some youth years still in this city, me being lost in dreams back then and Zevick holding my hand from time to time just to remind me he's there...but even so i still like running and to start fresh i would say: flying! yeeey i do like flying and soon enough i must fly again...this time will be a habit like you :) i like you as my habit....as long as you are not real...
frappe, red wine, olives and a story on a distant planet in a windy and cold environment.... but's ok not to worry, your arms kept me warm and protected me from others...protected me from being happy in my world...ohne dich...
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