Something Special
die Zeit, die trennt auch jeden Sänger und sei Lied,
denn die Zeit ist das, was bald geschieht.
Die Zeit, sie ist nicht nur für immer Traum und Träumer,
die Zeit, die trennt auch jeden Dichter und sein Wort
denn die Zeit läuft vor sich selber fort.
Die Zeit macht nur vor dem Teufel halt,
denn er wird niemals alt,
die Hölle wird nicht kalt.
Die Zeit macht nur vor dem Teufel halt,
denn heute ist schon beinah´ morgen.
Die Zeit, die trennt
Tricks
I've seen the 'action'
All kinds of people
Seen things disgusting
I've seen it all
I've heard excuses
All kinds of stories
I've heard confessions
I've heard it all
They wrote bad poems
Painted bad pictures
They say we used them
I'm not sure
Some call it love and
Some call it affection
I don't believe it
It's all clean young flesh
And we all fall down
We all fall down
You say you want it
Dress to kill and kill me
We could play new games
And you could lose
Don't tell your mother
Or some jealous husband
Don't talk of love just
Send me a postcard
We need to feel it
We need to feel it
I've lost all patience
You'll lose all pride
I've no conversation
I've no good intentions
I've room for one more
I've room for you
They say we're 'corrupted'
They say we're 'disturbing'
I don't know
It must be true
They say we're 'reckless'
They say we're 'vicious'
It's just a rumour
We don't leave scars
She likes the movement
She likes the motion
She likes to whisper
But then she likes to scream
She likes the dancing
She likes the make up
She likes to forget
'bout everything