Into the line I see it fine
Into the line our hearts entwine
Remember when, your time again
Remember when, your time again

Standing in the light
Always sitting on the line
Never on a side
Always wanting to be right

Standing in the light
I never wanted to be right
Now I’m attracted by the light
And blinded by the sight
Into the light, into the light
Into the light, into the light

Into the light I see it fight
Into the light, a new horizon
Bleached into white, kept out of sight
Bleached into white, kept out of sight

Standing in the light
Always sitting on the line
Never on a side
Pushing out the light

Standing in the light
I never wanted to be right
Now I’m attracted by the light
And blinded by the sight
Remember when, your time again
Remember when, your time again

Into the line I see it fine
Into the line our hearts entwine
Remember when, your time again
Remember when, your time again

Dead ahead in the night
Burning in the light
And knowing that it’s right
Driving in the night
Dead ahead in the night
Burning in the light
And knowing that it’s right
Driving in the night

Remember when, your time again
Remember when, your time again

Into the light, into the light
Into the light, into the light
Into the light, into the light
Into the light, into the light
Into the light, into the light

Sail on silver wings, through this storm
What fortune love may bring,
Back to my arms again the love of a former golden age.
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take,

For now that wheels are turning I find my faith deserting me.
This night is filled with the cries of dispossessed children in search of paradise.
A sign of unresolved ambition drives the pin wheel on and on.
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take,

When memory bears witness to the innocents consumed in dying rage.
The way lies through our love.
There can be no other means to the end,
Or the keys to my heart you will never find.

You will never find.

If i had… oh, if i only had a proper cunt
I would be delighted to lift my skirt for you.
I would gladly take your hard cock in my hands
And bury it, ever so deeply, in the darkness of my tomb.

Come, my handsome ghost of lust, and masturbate for me
I promise, it will get you out of your misery
I have been sleeping on the flours for days… to keep myself from dreaming,
A punishment for things delayed and maybe for disbelieving.

Don’t scare away the old crows in the field,
Walking in lumber… through rows and rows of corn.
I am madly in love with a sad illusion, don’t you see… –
But, then again, aren’t we all ?

He will build a temple, a temple for your schwanz,
And he will build it with his mouth.
He will chant the poetry, words of heartfelt longing,
All through the lonely midnight hours.

If i had a proper cunt, i’d lift my skirt for you,
I’d take your hard cock in my hands and bury it deeply in my tomb.

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