There's a silent hole in my head/
That's swallow every thought I have/
And I can't stop thinking/
Can't stop feeling the pain in my heart/
There are so many words/
There are so many thoughts/
But in the next second they fade away/
And only the pain will stay/
I have so many questions/
So many wishes/
And there's no answer/
There's not one word I can say/
Please can you take my hand/
And help me to hide away/
From the demon in my head/
When the world gets silent/
And the sun is hiding in the night/
There's no one exit/
And I'm feeling empty/
In the silence of the night/
There's a silent hole in my head/
That's swallow every thought I have/
And I can't stop thinking/
Can't stop feeling the pain in my heart/
There is no word in my head/
There is no thought I have/
There's just the silence and I'm afraid/
And no chance to get away/
So I'm a prisoner in my head/
I stay awake for another hour/
Just one more night I can't sleep/
And I'm looking in the mirror/
But the man inside is not me/
Please can you take my hand/
And help me to hide away/
From the demon in my head/
When the world gets silent/
And the sun is hiding in the night/
There's no one exit/
And I'm feeling empty/
In the silence of the night/
There's a silent hole in my head/
That's swallow every thought I have/
And I can't stop thinking/
Can't stop feeling the pain in my heart/
Please can you take my hand/
And help me hide away/
From the demon in my head/
Please take me in your arms/
And help me hide away/
From the demon in my head/
From the demon in my head/
When the world gets silent/
And the sun is hiding in the night/
There's no one exit/
And I'm feeling empty/
In the silence of the night/
There's a silent hole in my head/
That's swallow every thought I have/
And I can't stop thinking/
Can't stop feeling the pain in my heart
Wer hat was jeder haben will noch braucht,
der ist in grelles Licht getaucht
und soll und außerdem, nein, and’rerseits,
schon obendrein, genau, bereits,
wie übers Ziel [ ... ]
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
Auch Wolken haben eine [ ... ]