…You wave hello to the blind Give your word, take a bribe Lend a hand, adding arms in time The cure is worse Than the pain inside You feed the poor with a sigh Empathize when you're high Open doors, but the room is mine…

…So far away but still so near The waves of freedom still remember his name The haven's gone shattered to oblivion And when the tide rolls in It won't take him away This is the game between love and hate Spinning in the…

…Down, in the forest path When the night comes closer Air's full of magic When, elfgirls dancing Dancing in the circle I watch them from the bushes Down, in the forest path When night comes closer When the sun goes down Once, once again I will try to sleep Before the morning sun…

…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…

…coffee, I am echausted, body feels like a barrel of concrete. I really want to sit here and write, its theis decidions what they shop. there is different moves during the day, mornings are frefreshing for some, not…

…Early wake-ups in a moving home Scent of fresh-mown grass in the morning sun Open theme park gates waiting for Riding the day, every day into sunset Finding the way back home Once upon a night we'll wake to the carnival of…

…void Wind in the wheat Kiss by a hearth A dead calm winter morn Morning birds and a smile of a stranger Frozen moments in time Little hideaways, the marrow of life Little hideaways for a lonely heart Wind in the wheat…

…I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of…