Final Curve
When you turn the corner
And you run into yourself
Then you know that you have turned
All the corners that are left
Langston Hughes
In the end all you can hope for is the love you felt to equal the pain you’ve gone through.
Editors - Papillon
Make our escape, you’re my own papillon.
The world turns too fast, feel love before it’s gone.
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
My papillon, feel love when it’s shone.
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
Darling, just don’t put down your guns yet,
if there really was a God here,
he’d have raised a hand by now.
Now darling, you’ll both get old and die here,
well that’s quite enough for me,
we’ll find our own way home somehow.
No sense of doubt, of what you can achieve.
Well I’ve found you out, I’ve seen the life you wish to lead.
And well it kicks like a sleep twitch!
You will choke, choke on the air you try to breathe.
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
Darling, now just don’t put down your guns yet,
if there really was a God here,
he’d have raised a hand by now.
Darling, you’ll both get old and die here,
well that’s quite enough for me dear,
we’ll find our own home somehow.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
You
Seduced by words of philosophy
From your nimble mind
My heart hangs on to every word
That you teach to mine
Held captivated by your knowledge
Your passion and your charm
You had touched the very soul in me
Before you held me in your arms
The very fact that you’re a vision
For my eyes to see
Only makes me want you more
Forever yours I will be
You’ve seduced my mind
And captured every part of me
Forever you will find
You are in the heart of me
Leave me dreaming on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow for the next round
Keep this scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
The swelling goes down
And if you’re ever around
In the city or the suburbs of this town
Be sure to come around
I’ll be wallowing in sorrow
Wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Saw you crashing round the bay
Never seen you act so shallow
Or look so brown
Remember all the things you’d say
How your promises rang hollow
As you threw me to the ground
And if you’re ever around
In the backstreets or the alleys of this town
Be sure to come around
I’ll be wallowing in pity
And wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown
When I dream I dream of your lips
When I dream I dream of your kiss
When I dream I dream of your fists
Your fists… Your fists
Leave me bleeding on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow for the next round
Keep this scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
The swelling goes down
And if you’re ever around
In the city or the suburbs of this town
Be sure to come around
I’ll be wallowing in sorrow
And wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Grau, Grau, Grau
Bevor das Grau, Grau, Grau,
bevor das Grau, Grau, Grau
sich hier festbeißt,
und sich langsam
durch meine Adern schiebt
durch meine Adern drängt
und sich dort festbeißt
will ich einmal noch am Ufer stehen
und dann schaun wohin die Schiffe fahren,
schaun wohin sie fahren
und ob mich eins mitnimmt
in den Süden
oder irgendwohin, wo
mich niemand sieht
mich niemand hört
und mich niemand fragt
wie solls jetzt weitergehn?
Das weiß ich doch nicht.
Das weiß ich doch auch nicht.
Graue Häuser,
graue Straßen überall -
Ihr könnt mich mal.
Graue Menschen,
graues Licht,
graue Gedanken,
graues ich -
ich will das nicht mehr.
Ich wollte immer drüber stehen,
jetzt steh ich mittendrin -
na sowas.
Und ich dreh mich im Kreis und sing
über das ewige Licht,
die blitze ins Nichts
Wie solls jetzt weitergehen?
Das weiß ich doch auch nicht.
Das weiß ich doch auch nicht.
