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Herbert Grönemeyer Chaos Engl Vö

flying we are falling, falling can't hear sense because we're deafened by disorder calling like a dream we turn and toss but all is chaos death will

you stalked all those years waiting to pounce like mary, you'd comfort then judas, renounce seeking some light of guidance i saw your dagger glint and

the wind will slice the air like ice and seabirds screech at me the elements will darkly duel but your lighthouse i see i stand awake and grip the wheel

drunk on your presence and golden glow pulled from a top hat in some magic show you move so slowly the tensions bliss with pain and torture in each sensual

build you a bed of roses to dream in as petals descend which crowd around your golden pillow where every rainbow ends the rainbow ends the rainbow must