Poor, poor, pitiful me
no place to hide from destiny.
I try to keep my fingers crossed
against all odds, out in the frost.
Operation: death postponed,
feared my visions that I owned.
Hold me tighter in the rain,
so I couldn’t feel the pain
of the lovestruck, bad as hell
don’t cry if I say: farewell.
It’s my doomsday, I admit,
come inside and take a seat
listen how my heart can talk
take my hand, let’s have a walk
here I am, don’t look any further
frustrated clouds planning my murder.
They are evil in disguise
but I know tomorrow never dies.