Music / Photography / digitale Skulpturen /Movement

 

- How can we -

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How can we tell the story straight 

Beside all this madness in this world in these fights

Draw your voice in line 

In pleasure and in pain

Let me now know where the future could grow in your hand in my hand

Yes, I am ready to go

But all by myself the treasure is too heavy to hold

 

Our heartbeats go quickly and I like it

I really miss your heart wings in every single song I hear

Oh, your beauty is almost killing me

It's so beyond

It stands up free

You know better that the world could change so fast

In every second you reveal

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Trumpet waltz

 

How can we learn to figure out

What each moment needs

What we see when we sleep

Please hold the line my dear

In pleasure and in pain

Let me now know where the future could grow in your hand in my hand 

Yes I am ready to go

But all by myself the treasure is too heavy to hold

 

Our heartbeats go quickly and I like it

I really miss your voice in every single beat I hear

Our mondays are saturdays

Soon we will be on our way

Yes I’ll be there

You know better that the world could change so fast

In every glimpse in time

Let's see

 

Back to the trumpet waltz

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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