1. PLEASURE AND PAIN

You´re the wind beneath my wings
You´re the water I´m gliding in
You´re the earth on which I'm thrown
You´re the fire burning my
Heart and soul

You´re the air that I breath
And you´re the water I'm thirsting for
You´re the earth my seeds were sawn
You´re the fire burning my
Heart and soul

And you mean everything to me
You´re everything I deserve
Pleasure and pain
And you mean everything to me
You´re everything I deserve
Pleasure and pain

You´re the storm that broke my wings
You´re the flood I was drowning in
You´re the earth in which I´ll be buried
You´re the fire burning my
Heart and soul.

And you mean everything to me
You´re everything I deserve
Pleasure and pain
And you mean everything to me
You´re everything I deserve
Pleasure and pain


2. EASTER SONG

If there´d be angels on earth
How´d they look like?
Maybe just like you
With a sweet smile on the face
And this "all knowing - all loving" eyes

And maybe they appear
When we´re loosing believe in love
And ourselves
But they won´t solve any problems for us
But make us move
Make us understand
They bring us the love of the gods
And we fall in love, yeah
Glory and pain, yeah
This is hard ´cause we are weak
And they are free like the wind

Angels are free like the wind

Angels can´t be with the man
Only if they really wish to feel
What is love, desire and pain
All the good and the bad
And they´ll stop to fly
And take the hand
Of their chosen one
But there´re still this
"All knowing - all loving" eyes

I wish I was the one
You´d stop flying for a moment

I wish I was the one

Angels are free like the wind

I wish I was the one
You´d stop flying for a moment


3. STRANGE KIND OF LOVE WORDS

A strange kind of love
A strange kind of feeling
Swims through your eyes
And like the doors
To a wide vast dominion
They open to your prize

This is no terror ground
Or place for the rage
No broken hearts
White wash lies
Just a taste for the truth
Perfect taste choice and meaning
A look into your eyes

Blind to the gemstone alone
A smile from a frown circles round
Should he stay or should he go
Let him shout a rage so strong
A rage that knows no right or wrong
And take a little piece of you

There is no middle ground
Or that's how it seems
For us to walk or to take
Instead we tumble down
Either side left or right
To love or to hate


4. MISTAKES

Nothing has changed
I´m still the man I used to be
Sometimes too loud
Sometimes too proud
Sometimes cruel like a child
So nothing has changed and I
Don´t want it to stay this way

Why do we have to make mistakes
On our own to grow
Why can´t we learn from these mistakes
The otherone did before

So, nothing has changed
Still trust my instinkts
But hate it to be right
Cause I may warn you
As much as I want
It won´t help
You´ll just walk ahead
So, nothing has changed and I
Don´t want it to stay this way

Why do we have to make mistakes
On our own to grow
Why can´t we learn from these mistakes
The otherone did before


5. TOSCANA

I close gently in my hand
What I intend to keep
And let fall the rest
From basements backrooms and these cruel extremes
Take these thoughts from my head

In the morning I see clearly
That all is wrong
And I'm just another going down

The perfume from the cut
Makes me ache
Whiskey clouds thought
Drive reason away
Your love is as twisted as the world I see
And all your touch is apology

In the morning I see clearly
That all is wrong
And I'm just another going down.


6. ANOTHER CONVERSATION

The conversation of prayers

The conversation of prayers about to be said
By the child going to the bed and the man on the stairs
Who climbed to his dieing love in her high room
The one not caring to whom in his sleep he will move
And the other full of tears that she will be dead

Turns in the dark on the sound they know will arise
Into the answering skies from the green ground
From the man on the stairs and the child by his bed
The sound about to be said in two prayers
For the sleep in a safe land and the love who dies

Will be the same grief flying. Whom shall they calm
Shall the child sleep unharmed or the man be crying
The conversation of prayers about to be said
Turns on the quick and the dead and the man on the stairs
To night shall find no dying but alive and warm

In the fire of his care his love in the high room
And the child not caring to whom he climbs his prayer
Shall drown in a grief as deep as his true grave.
And mark the dark eyed wave through the eyes of sleep
Dragging him up the stairs to the one who lies dead


7. LA DANSE DES COEURS BRISES

(Instrumental)