with ice cream skies Shine lasers in the night When I wake the colour's faded Back to black and white When I lost you in Japan For a moment I was holding
colours have gone Like the wind Blowing snow Down my back And christmas is coming I sit by the tree And sing your favorite song With a key And a ring And a
I am an emigre, I write to Germany In foreign words A tongue of actuality Coated in grey gloves... To Germany with love A war between the wars A war between
feel to be the mother of a thousand death? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death? Sunken
the shadows something takes my hand, To lead me homeward through a foreign land, The silence grown, the palest eyes, I'm the only one. A mother's son, a
re never here, Hovering above me like a net, I'm terrified to look beyond the threat, I kill ambition while I can. I'm cold, I drag the beauty, black
a bat Across the air I would rove Stepping like a tightrope walker Putting one foot after another Wearing black cherries for rings If I was a witches
now you've made my heart come alive And I hope I'm gonna find That our love is colour blind That your love is colour blind Loves got to be colour blind
Death by my own hands I'm not afraid anymore My life - my sweetest sacrifice tyrned loose - by the flaming cold knife My eyes - my black hole inside Unleashed - in a
wander through these fearful places The colours fade to black and white There is no peace for me And these are not the friends I know These are not their smiling faces A
is broken An hypnotizing stain that drifts between our souls and melts away Of an extraordinary colour Brought by cold metal on skin It's the sweetest emptiness of love A
in a realm of grace and majesty Liselotte: Mr L, can I ease your mind? Arjen: In the distance shadows loom cold machines rise from the deep in a world
For all the oppressed to arm A chariot of thunder shall be seen And bronze horns shall sound the alarm Fist will raise like hammers To a cloudy black
(music by bartsch - november 93) (poems by bartsch - october 93) In coldness of my dark bowel a yell after mercilessness bequeaths a trace of eternal
Burning by belief, yearning by deceit Behind each embracing creature I saw thousand fighting beasts I saw the furious black colours Like the jaws of a
cold preparing the automn's entombment And of breeze came storm angels were captured by clouds so black At the horizon's edge a rainbow fled colours
of breeze came storm angels were captured by clouds so black At the horizon's edge a rainbow fled colours fading absorbed by a moon so red Crying statues
holds you So cold, with a heart of fool's gold Caught in the undertow You'll always be the one To say there's no black and white Well I must be colour
