My tired soul sometimes Escapes from the loneliness I'll never be alone In the sea of memories I'm just lying on the ground And watching the stars Thousands
Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait? Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes? Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear
one) The moan... Who has remembered? Who is still able to remember about how they did dream and yearn Laugh and dance and then about how they were dying
our souls to the edge of death The sun became our most dreadful enemy Our bodies burning, still never dying Wishing you never were stillborn with us The starving yearning
lot of money Would be funny Oh, I wish I could be like you Rikky rock'n' roller Dum dum dum dum dum-ee-doo-aa Oh, I wish I could be like you Rikky rock
, while sneaking backwards toward The center where the truth wouldn't sting And the only thing I've learned is that I haven't learned a thing We live we yearn
fast Will they be gone tomorrow just like painted glass? If I had wishes, I would shout to you and scream But now I realize you're like young dying
upon sand, And all he has is a memory, And all he yearns is her hand... Ah ah ... all he has is the memory, And all he yearns is her hand.
I'll sing my song In the land of my sojourn And the lady in the harbor She still holds her torch out To those huddled masses who are Yearning for
? Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait? Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes? Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you
fast Will they be gone tomorrow, just like painted glass? If I had wishes, I would shout to you and scream But now I realize, you're like young dying
long as we whisper to one another we will never fully hear each other As long as my eyelids are weighed down by desire and one dying wish I will never
All of a sudden... there's a yearning for you But the wheels keep on rolling Through endless nights... and other towns Oh how I wish it could end here
built upon sand, All he saw was her memory, And all he yearns is her hand... Ah ah..All he has, is the memory, And all he yearns is her hand.
Still with painful memories For the task of crimson I still yearn Even through these torches, I still yearn I remember unreal deaths I remember joy I wish
