Stars abandoned, Thomas Kalbitz [highly illogical behavior TXT] 📗

redefining
And all the candles are declining
But there’s an earth that keeps on turning
There will be candles that keep burning
No more harm and all for glory
And there’s a moral to my story


Tired

They wanted me to write lyrics to a song they made
So I sat down and wrote
I figured out a way to save the earth
With all her problems
I sorted out new ways for gaining peace
For all the people
I wrote all night and then I fell asleep

When I woke up, I took the pen and went on writing
I was thinking, cheerfully
I solved the problems of the cultures
In one minute
I was creative, building bridges
For all the nations
But when I was finished, they called me
And said
That now the song was gonna be
An instrumental

So I went home
Was tired
Went to bed


The fall

A high king’s throne
A precious stone
The thought I had was not my own
A child alone
Holds up the bone
Who’s deaf tonight, and what’s to moan?

Down on my hands and my knees, in my tears
Riot, they call
Riot, they call
They’re coming down through the clouds, no one hears
The bells ringing out for the fall

The friends you made
The chance you take
The vows you’re taking down to break
The smiles you fake
The hands you take
You’re down tonight on highest stake

Down on my hands and my knees, in my tears
Riot, they call
Riot, they call
They’re coming down through the clouds, no one hears
The bells ringing out for the fall

The weak ones crawl
Beyond the fall
You’re close to stepping down the wall
Face one for all
Rise up to fall
And what’s appalling stands up tall

Down on my hands and my knees, in my tears
Riot, they call
Riot, they call
They’re coming down through the clouds, no one hears
The bells ringing out for the fall
The windows wide open, lose the chain and the ball
The bells bleed my ears
Here we fall


Away

Stars abandoned
And the ascent came to an end
And as we cry and sigh, say why
Mankind should not bend

The sun will warm you
And from a distance you’ll be fine
Until you read inside the book
The world is in decline

The clouds will whisper
Until there’s nothing more to say
And Michael singing sadly
“Half a world away”

This sky will fool you
And when it turns from blue to grey
I’ll take comfort in his singing
Half a world
Away


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Publication Date: 10-22-2011

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