War Love

And world, one word, promise, you wouldve loved her

Words

That seas see and trees hear, and the benches bend as she sits down forever, ever

Hes more than a handshake, more than melodies in the rain

He beats up his heartbeat to stop the sec, cus it‘ll never be more careless in his head

As she speaks

They make sense of the silence

Kllling the violence

As she slowly speaks in mysteries

A love, la, letterbox

Doves lead the wind to surround the clouds

Where she fell down from high, high, heightened thoughts

Lightened by the sun breaking through the fog

As he speaks

They make sense of the silence

Killing the violence

As he slowly speaks in mysteries

Nothingness set in

Everything of it was a win

Even the sad music stopped 

And even snails ran, to burn in the sun, ran fast for a summer sin

My child laughed one last time, the neighbours never smiled again, they woke up to

And ‚bang, bang’ the door slammed

Suddenly somebody recognized theyve never seen ‘em, for gods sake, whats to remember then

The minute strikes again, the minute the music stopped playing

They immediately knew, they were fading, wore a fading parfume, and saw death

Tasted never felt, smelled, only failed and shaked lifes hand. 

Man they died but never lived

Man they died but never lived

Man they died but never lived

My woman she spoke to me: 

‚My world, one word, promise, 

I would’ve loved it but‘

is one word too much, the second doesn’t count, and three is enough

To remember my love,
remember my love

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