show me heaven.

... fucking hell.


“fragile
like a baby in your arms
be gentle with me
i'd never willingly
do you harm

apologies
are all you ever seem to get from me
but just like a child
you make me smile
when you care for me
and you know...

it's a question of lust
it's a question of trust
it's a question of not letting
what we've built up
crumble to dust
it is all of these things and more
that keep us together

independence
is still important for us though (we realise)
it's easy to make
the stupid mistake
of letting go (do you know what i mean)

my weakness
you know each and every one (it frightens me)
but i need to drink
more than you seem to think
before i'm anyone's
and you know...

it's a question of lust
it's a question of trust
it's a question of not letting
what we've built up
crumble to dust
it is all of these things and more
that keep us together

kiss me goodbye
when i'm on my own
rut you know that i'd
rather be home

it's a question of lust
it's a question of trust
it's a question of not letting
what we've built up
crumble to dust
it is all of these things and more
that keep us together”


ich bin so verdammt leicht aus der bahn zu werfen, wenn jemand weiß, was er sagen muss. oder wenn er einen song spielt, der das, was er sagen könnte, viel besser ausdrückt.