If thougts could kill

By Frank Peter Hermsen

 

Good bye Mr. Happiness

I hope to see you again

Mr. Happiness

Iīve got to swim through the rain

To come home again

To the place where I was born

To return again

Into the eye of the storm

The eye of the storm

 

Because I see the sadness of the night

Canīt see this world by candlelight

Pictures in my eyes

My mindīs filled up with lies

Oh no, I donīt like this town

And Iīd wish to burn it down

Whatever I do I know it still

I would be dead if thougts could kill

 

Hello Mr. Lonlyness

Itīs nice to see you again

Mr. Lonelyness

Iīve come straight through the rain

To be here with you

Deep in the eye of the storm

To be here with you

The place where I was born

The place where I was born

 

My hopefull mind is buried deep

My suicide is only a sleep

A sleep

 

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