Grievous Angel

(albüm: Water On Stone - 2009)

Born long before the second war
Then drafted only weeks before it ends
To sit for eighteen months in England
My mother's blond and wall-eyed boy has gone for good
He's understood too much of life is gone that's not forgotten
Remember, remember
Berlin like a bride in early Springtime bathed in the April rain

I am a brash and painted whore; consume the world still needing more
To spend myself then walk into the Big Blue
I want it all want all you've got
Your moist and tender hollow spots
To read the lines of every woman's secret
Remember, remember
The songs of the clown and grievous angel
Ring 'til the end of time

I want the world can never be
In images I cannot see
In words that I can hear but not remember
Remember, remember
The song of the clowns and grievous angel
Like the beating of wings and the changing of things
Will run 'til the end of time