Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night I stand with arms wide open, I've run a twisted line I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker I could
Meet me at the station at seven o'clock You know what I like and that I like it a lot Let?s go somewhere quiet where we can engage Let?s go somewhere
(Clarke / Hicks / Nash) Days of yellow saffron. Nights with purple skies. Melting in the sunbeams From my maker's eyes. Mountain-colored lilac In the
The sun sets at last, sliding slowly and silently down 'Low the horizon in the west, where a small house lies... The puppet-man is ending his workday
Ungemein gemein mein Spiel mit den Worten wehe dem der gegen mich aufbegehrt bin ich als Rcher der Sprache doch stehts aller Orte mit Versen schrfer
: Meet me at the station at seven o'clock You know what I like and that I like it a lot Let?s go somewhere quiet where we can engage Let?s go somewhere
: (Clarke / Hicks / Nash) Days of yellow saffron. Nights with purple skies. Melting in the sunbeams From my maker's eyes. Mountain-colored lilac In
: The sun sets at last, sliding slowly and silently down 'Low the horizon in the west, where a small house lies... The puppet-man is ending his workday
: Ungemein gemein mein Spiel mit den Worten wehe dem der gegen mich aufbegehrt bin ich als Rcher der Sprache doch stehts aller Orte mit Versen schrfer