All that's left of you are memories
Sad, funny, humbling, lucky and ecstatic-
It's all there, it's all because of you,
And my mind keeps turning, turning,
Once I start to think about our past.
Should I mourn for love that's lost?
Or rather jump, because the chains are broke?
I don't know I can't decide,
Love is a game, you either win, or lose it all.
As to the future: You are not in mine.
And sadly, I am certain I was never found in yours.
So tell me: Should I cry out of my hurt?
Or better run, and run, and leave what's dead behind?
The one thing that I fear,
Is the old saying coming true:
People that matter, we'll meet twice in our lives.
You mattered - more than you could know,
Yet you are dead, what's left are haunted memories.
Der Mond ist scharlachrot.
Er rockt sich durch die dunklen Wolken.
Er strahlt wie eine schöne Frau.
Sein Lächeln liegt noch auf dem Morgentau.
Die Sonne küsst ihn zart.
Der Smooth Jazz breitet sich aus
Schwingt sich den Wänden empor
Tanzt an der Decke leichtfüssig
Lacht übers ganze Gesicht
Und meint in unterkühltem Ton
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