Letras:Alin Coen. Stream.

if i get out of disliking choices
and if i stop running over other one?s voices
if i could loosen this critical view
could i learn to understand you?

if i rethought this insulting language
and if i managed once to stop your anguish
if i could soothe you and keep you warm
i guess nothing could do us harm

if i created a more humble nature
breaking the stream that is rolling you over

turn the coin cause there?s no way to measure
what i found in you my greatest treasure
all my words had gone, i lost the key
could i still make you trust me
trust in me

i may have weaknesses i do confess
but all this fuss about it is quite careless
cause also you are speakting your critical mind
and compassion stays far behind

if we could learn to listen closer
breaking the stream that is rolling us over

turn the coin cause there?s no way to measure
what i found in you my greatest treasure
all my words had gone, i lost the key
could i still make you trust me
trust in me


(Dank an Merit fur den Text)