I could insist from you, babe, to do more than I ask,
to be self-sacrificing and devoted to me.
Some proves I could claim on that your love knew no task
too huge to assure me that it was without measure.
But if I did, dear, you’d please each demand
for your skills counts more than there are grains of sand.

But I won’t
coz I love you
without a request,
attached to a place
within my chest.

I could insist from you, babe, to be religious in a way,
to be well educated and some top employee.
And never to forget me in times of prayer,
to save us both and save my leisure.
But if I did, dear, you’d please each demand
for your wits are beyond what I understand.

I could insist on even more, babe, than my heart alone do
and demand my borders and rights to run free.
But if I do, my love isn’t true,
but just some creation of my mind to cause some kind of pleasure.
But if I did, dear, you’d please each demand,
for your fingers would still be clutching my hand.

I’m sorry your shoes have been creaking so
ever since you, my love, were born.
You must try new shoes on
to find a pair that doesn’t make a sound.
And if you are travelling barefoot
you can’t avoid trampling every thorn.
But if that’s what you prefer,
I’ll try carpeting the ground.

And all that I can say
is all that you have heard.
It’s my love, babe,
I’ve told you with the most unmistakable
and most heartfelt words.

And though love made only one step to me,
I’m left here full of traces.
Just like on a dusty road
a lot of men have known.
And it seems like time itself wears boots,
for I am stumbling in some laces.
And if I turn around
I’ll see a path the winds have never blown.

I once knew a wonderful lady, but our friendship could not last.
So, I need to look ahead now, not focus that much on the past.
I know a man desires what he sees every day.
Just don’t tell me the best thing happened by parting our ways.

Sadly you got the key to my mind, I can’t prevent you from access.
The higher thoughts that I make of you the more I feel depressed.
And why all this for nothing? I wonder through and through.
Now our courses have divided, I wish good luck to you.

Yes, I once knew a wonderful lady.

I was ruthless, and I was absent, I did not recognize myself.
And I’m so sorry about it all, I didn’t mean to harm you.
I try to sleep my guilt away, but the memories are burning.
And there’s no better days to recall, but God how I am yearning.

And you should have known, sweetheart, how I repent it all.
And now it is way too late and I can’t ever catch you if you should fall.
For past is past and gone forever gone.
If I could have turned back time lots of things would have been made undone.

Yes, I once knew a wonderful lady,
I need to look ahead now, not focus that much on the past.
But behind a horizon of time and wits our days, I hope, will be filled with glory.
And I keep wondering; is this the beginning of our perfect love story?

Yes, I once knew a wonderful lady.

I try collecting all the pieces that are left.
Doubt I’ll find some kind of glue.
But if I find myself in one piece again
I won’t feel as whole as I felt with you.
For you, you were my deepest inspiration,
the aim behind every lyric and each song.
I showed it to you every goddamned way.
And I apologize now for what I did wrong.

It’s not the time or the failing memories
that makes the picture seem unclear.
No, it’s the longing for you, my love,
that makes my eyes diffused with tears.
I told you not to harm your self,
and I met myself in the door.
I held my frailest dreams in my arms
and saw myself drop them to the floor.

Got broken dreams since we parted.
I’ve got broken dreams and I am broken hearted.

I try collecting all the pieces that are left.
And I’m still trying to find some kind of glue.
But If I find myself in one piece again
I won’t feel as whole as I felt with you.
So, is it that bad to be full of scars and cracks?
Something good must come out of it.
I’ve heard it is the cracks that let the light in.

With less darkness new hope may be lit.
At night the sun seems broken too,
spread wide across the blackened sky.
Every twinkling night reminds me of you
“Look at the stars” you used to cry.
And stars, they are like some lovers long gone.
Can still see them shine though they’re not there.

Now it feels like I study astronomy
searching for love in the atmosphere.
Got broken dreams since we parted.
I’ve got broken dreams and I’m broken hearted.
No sadness compares to the one you get
after parting from someone you love.
And some things that belong together just can’t stay together.
So if you were an arrow, I must have been a bow.

And yes, I try collecting all the pieces that are left.
And I still try to find some kind of glue.
But If I find myself in one piece again
I won’t feel as whole as I felt with you.

If we were guests somewhere,
and gently offered a king sized bed,
I’d kindly ask for a smaller one.
If the air was a little too cold,
and our host implied to turn our heater on
I would not refuse him to do
for any reason but to lie close to you.

You are so far from me.
Like an eternity.
Like the surface
of a bottomless sea.

And if we were invited for a meal
and seated at a table with great elbowroom,
I’d look around for a more intimate place to eat.
Or if a prominent man wanted us at his table
having one of us on each side of him,
I would not leave his chairs empty
for any reason but to dine close to you.

Or if we came across a marketplace
where a jeweller tried giving me a necklace of gold
I would encourage him to give me one of flesh and blood.
If I couldn’t have your arms as a chain
and your face as the prettiest locket,
Why should I have anything around my neck
if it didn’t make me feel close to you?

You are never as close to my face as when you’re on my mind.
You are never as close to my lips as when I speak your name.
You are never closer to my skin than when I’m in the clothes that you once lent.
You are never closer to my heart than when I must pay the good days rent.

You are so far from me.
Like an eternity.
Like the surface
of a bottomless sea.

It was a deep, deep forest I was thrown into
the day that I became friends with you.
Love could not touch you at all, you said,
but me, I listen to the winds in the trees instead.

I thought maybe I could tame you out here in the wild.
It shouldn’t be that lonely being a nobody’s child.
Welcome in, I said, I’ve saved you the best seat,
and then I fed your heart with food it just would not eat.

But walking in circles won’t get me out of this wood,
and being stuck on this side of the fence won’t do me any good.
But then you lie down like a map of a forbidden land,
but me, I was allowed to enter, guided by your hand.

This forest was a strange world that I invited you to see,
but you kept on saying you wouldn’t walk with me.
But if I treated you like a flower, I thought your heart could be won
but after watering you down, that spirit is now gone.

And I can’t see any clearing from where I stand.
Maybe I’ve strayed far into no man’s land?
Above me on the blue sky there fly a few doves.
But if I’ll ever get out of here, like them, God only knows.

I’ll never try picking rare flowers no more.
Preserved flora ain’t what I am looking for.
So, go free your butterflies on a distant field,
and never let he who’ll catch them in ever be revealed.

The two last words she said to me were hello and hi.
The two last words she said to me were hello and hi.
And I witnessed her leaving, felt a part inside of me die,
but sometimes it makes parting easier not saying goodbye!

Please let me see her again soon I prayed, if my love to her is real.
Please let me see her again soon I prayed, if my love to her is real.
I’ve prayed a thousand times, but it seems that the Lord got other plans for me.
By keeping us apart he makes me wonder what it is that I feel.

For ten lonely months this prayer was on my tongue.
Yes, for ten lonely months this prayer was on my tongue.
I know I’m gonna love her forever, though my heart is getting old.
When I’ve loved her for a lifetime, my love for her will still be young.

I always believed we were meant to be, right from the start.
Yes, I did believe we were meant to be, right from the start.
Beyond all expectations, one day was ours to meet again.
Was it by coincidence or did the Lord prove I was right about my heart?

Was all that I wanted; only to have confirmed my poor hearts desire?
Was all that I wanted; only to have confirmed my poor hearts desire?
I wished we were more than friends, but she did not even feel a single spark.
Maybe God knows how long this will burn? I just know that it’s fire.

I have never been religious, but now’s maybe the time beginning to believe.
No, I’ve never been religious, but now’s maybe the time beginning to believe.
And though I asked her to leave I hope we’re struggling against fate.
What can I say? Ask and you too might receive.

Life is a journey where love is our home.
My heart is your house wherever you roam.
No matter where I travel, I’ve got homesickness by my side.
And I refuse to call any place a home, but for the love that I must hide.

Every single journey appears along the track.
You may return, but there ain’t no turning back.
And everyone who’s travelling comes up in a welter.
I know of few who aren’t in search of shelter.

Oh, I miss you.
And my happiness is gone.
The road is long
but I’ve got no place else to be.
Oh, I miss you in the morning light.
I miss you in the pale moonlight.
I miss you everywhere I put my feet,
my sweet Emily.

You may live in a shed or a castle in your mind.
You may own the whole street? Maybe have no address?
Don’t forget there’s one thing you gotta find!
‘Til you belong to someone’s heart you’ll be homeless.

You’ll never be the last to leave through the door.
Wherever you’ll go I’ll come following you.
It doesn’t matter much if I’m never gonna be yours.
‘Coz when you part with life, I’ll just divide too.

Oh, I miss you.
And my happiness is gone.
The road is long
but I’ve got no place else to be.
Oh, I miss you in the morning light.
I miss you in the pale moonlight.
I miss you everywhere I put my feet,
my sweet Emily.

I didn’t build you any bridges,
but I hope I carried you
across a little stream.
I couldn’t walk by your side forever,
but I hope I followed you
a little closer to your dream.

When all that you call precious
turns around and walks away,
and the loneliness surrounding you
seems to be the only friend who will stay…
Or when everyone around you loses their grip
you keep on hanging, though the thread is getting thinner.
You just don’t give up, do you?
Babe, in my eyes you’re a winner.

When there’s pressure from all directions
and it’s hard to see clear,
and complaints and critique
is all that you ever hear…
Or when there’s trouble all about you that seems too hot to handle
you keep cool, as everybody else’s skin gets thinner.
Even if you get burnt again
Babe, in my eyes you’re a winner.

For the sweet taste of tomorrow grows
where hope is kept alive,
and the fruit will soon be gathered
if you let your spirit survive.

When you’re out in stormy weather
no matter your quest,
you always stick to the path
that bursts from your chest.
Or when everyone returns as the winds of change shift
you keep on walking though the ice beneath your feet is getting thinner.
They may stand dry-shod, laughing,
but Babe; in my eyes you’re a winner.

When you’ve got the strength to stand upright
when everything should let you down
and you’re catching the wind beneath your wings
and you’ve still got your feet on the ground…
Or when everyone around you falls dead like flies
you keep on hoping though your patience is slowly wearing thinner.
It doesn’t matter how long you must wait, ‘coz
Babe, in my eyes you’re a winner.

For the sweet taste of tomorrow grows
where hope is kept alive,
and the fruit will soon be gathered
if you let your spirit survive.

When you’re too steady to stumble
and it’s hard to fall in love
and not a single caring hand
seems to fit yours like a glove…
Or when everyone around you loses their breath
you keep on climbing though the air around your head is getting thinner.
No matter how far you might fall,
Babe, in my eyes you’re a winner.

Companionships and relationships, are ships I want to sail,
and if they were a path, I’d love to walk that trail.
As a solitary traveller. I am struck by lots of grieve.
But you’ll never see me wear my heart upon my sleeve.

I’d rather eat bread accompanied than eating meat alone
and to be among the servants instead of sitting on the throne.
I’ll step away from my mirror. I’ll step aside from all my greed.
And I try to forget about my self a while to see what others need.

‘Coz I have decided for a change to become a decent man,
so I try to get as far away from myself as I can.

I see our politicians walk straight by those who live on the street,
as they promise high investments to get everyone back on their feet.
They built a bridge to unite our people, and they built it wide and tall,
but for those living in the gutter, our bridge made a wall.

And I see our money is blinding eyes among those who make bullets and guns.
They mean no harm by exporting arms, and forget about their army sons.
As a champion nation of peace, to the war zone our soldiers must roam
but our peacekeeping forces run the risk of being killed by bullets made back home.

But I have decided for a change to become a decent man,
so I try to get as far away from myself as I can.

A jester asked me the other day to sing him a song just for kicks.
“I’ll sing you that song,” I moaned,“ when you quit doing your tricks.”
While someone does anything for a laugh, I just say no thanks.
I’ll try to stay away from blather and people playing pranks.

And I’m content knowing what disgrace means from books and papers I read.
I won’t carry home forbidden fruit, won’t even look at the seed.
But if the visions conquering my mind were projected on a screen,
my name would be dragged through the mud, and my head to a guillotine.

What do I care about distant wars, when it’s fought a battle inside?
What do I care about economy, when my heart is ruined and broke?
What do I care about politics, when I can barely govern myself?
What do I care about humour, when I feel that life is but a joke?

And feeling alone among other people, it doesn’t get lonelier than that.
But if you come back, my one true love, loneliness won’t be where I’m at.
But “moving on” and “leave behind” sounds quite like shutting doors.
And as long as I avoid these terms I’ll be forever emotionally yours.

My heart is really hungry now and without room for being distraught.
When I’m seated at the table all I’m served is food for thought.
I have come alone but the menu reads that love’s a dinner for two
and now I’m sitting here wondering what it would be like sharing with you.

‘Coz I have decided for a change to become a decent man,
so I try to get as far away from my self as I can.