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Written and recorded in Ulan Ude, Russia. Percussion by Frank Lucq, Jesus Nieto, Inken & Katrin Sontag and Evgenia Lu...
Take me to the dirt
I'm sad, I'm needing more than her
The sky feels like a needle
tapping into my veins
We're wretched, we are full of hurt
And all the things we never felt
Dictate to us
the rules of the game
The testing game of nurture
is played well by but a few
Trees and wind and spiders
are much better than me and you
To time we are slaves
So we waste our bricks and paint
But entropy does not decay
No, Disorder shall remain
HAUNTED BY THAT GHOST NAMED THE FUTURE...
I lift my lids to the clouds
Grey and wise and looking down
They begin to sing
the town a song
Played with brass and clarinets
The wind takes stage and does his best
The streets are filled with crashes
Although they're blooded,
limp and have crashed their cars
All the people
begin a waltz
I've never seen a sight
quite so strange
Maddened like the stormy sky
Dancing with the wind they cry,
''Thank you Time! Thank you Life!
Death shall be our stage!"
WE WERE HAUNTED BY THAT GHOST NAMED THE FUTURE...
BUT WITH THE WIND'S WALTZ SONG WE'RE FEELING BETTER...