What is true love?
From heaven above?
Can I find it in the streets?
Is this what she needs?
Can I find it in the water?
Will it be around the quarter?
Is it lying in a grave?
Is it riding any wave?
What do you believe?
Do you hope or do you grieve?
Can you see it in the sky?
Or is it just too shy?
*Written and drawn myself
it’s cold outside and in my rooms
it’s cold in here and in my dreams
the winter is about to be
while sitting here and drinking tea
four little steps to… wipe away the boredom
the birds are gone or have you heard’em ?
they’re back south for joining holiday
should we join them or just stay ?
Alright. This is a lesson for YOU:
I don’t ever need to study „Social Work“ at university. Because I am social. Already.
My university.. is much bigger. And it’s called society.
What do you think now ?
Am I stupid ?
No.
I want to write a song
a song that differs from the rest
not to be the best
and not to show you what is wrong
every single word you sing
refers to sorrow, joy and love
and how those circle everything
is how God combines them all above
BO’ring, I sing, I feel there should be more
I’m tired of the core,
the origin of feelings
I feel like I’m the whore
of God and what he brings
Is there something else still to discover ?
Like a sixth or seventh sense maybe ?
Or a never leaving lover
you will find out how to see
for allways
