You’ve been changing my direction, given aid without a helping hand to lend.
You’ve been pushing me sideways out of ruts I couldn’t comprehend.
You’ve been guiding me away from my aim, showing me it’s not the end.
Been a signal I was unaware of, like a road sign around the bend.

You’ve been proving my ability to stand upright and be strong.
You’ve been rousing my heart, for a short time making it feel young.
You’ve been letting me a little down, but please don’t get me wrong.
Been giving me the kind of heartache I’ve been waiting for so long.

But it’s not that kind of heartache…

That confirms you are bound to a wretched fate,
turns every feeling of love into hate,
laughs at you not finding one open gate
and tells you everything’s too late
and put your life on hold and makes you wait
like a worm on a hook or any other bait.

Or makes you plead being the grim reapers mate,
acting like you were seven or eight
as you criticize and argue straight
against yourself in your own debate
’til you’re no longer able to tolerate
your own words or emotional state, but wait!

It’s not that kind of heartache.

You’ve been shining like a treasure, been a glimpse of a map.
Been acting like Houdini, showing me a way out of this trap.
You’ve been standing on the other side, helping me closing the gap.
Been turning me into believing that I’ll be perfectly sealing the cap.

You’ve been drawing my attention, been a magnet to my mind.
Been telling my heart now’s the time to leave things behind.

Last year I made myself a decision:
to avoid newspapers and news on television.
It’s not that I don’t care about what’s going on,
but the lots they are cast and the lines they are drawn.

Now the year it is over I’ll watch the news for once
Just to learn that former habits should stay bygones.
After the commercial I’ll watch the weather report.
And if a hurricane doesn’t strike, maybe watch the sports.

Mass-decapitations have to make headlines.
And masters of wars have to make deadlines.
Peacekeeping forces cause violence and death.
A penalty kick and the world hold its breath.

Fanatics become martyrs on crowded streets.
And children once running, limp around on false feet.
Some make a living of assassinations.
While one man’s death is another’s salvation.

I’ve got enough bad news for the rest of my time.
I won’t waste another hour taking part in society’s crime.
A crack in the day ain’t good enough for the fourth estates use.
Gotta be real broken to cause breaking news.

That the world is a place where evil has soared
is something that just can’t pass by ignored.
The news and the forecast were equally grey.
How can we watch this day after day?

To give and take is what a friendship is all about, you say,
but tell me, who is it that gain the most by meeting half down the way?
Each time you say we got to compromise, close or open some doors,
haven’t you noticed yet it’s always to the benefit of yours?

And do you ask me how I’m doing because you really care
or is your jealous heart just beating curious in there?
And when you ask me what it is that makes my beloved one like a dream,
do you, for the reason to draw yourself a scheme?

Do you ask me how I’m doing because you really care
or is your jealous heart just beating curious in there?

You act like we were lovers and I got this funny feeling you fancy just that,
but there’s nothing we share but the air we breathe, so that is not where its at!
We hooked up as friends back then, but along the line things have changed.
Now, what’s so sad about our friendship being so close to being estranged?

I met head-on with your emotions, but being in love you denied.
“Well, I believe your words are true,” I said, but me myself, I lied.
“She’ll never do you any good,” you said, “and as long as she won’t
the best thing for you to do is leaving her and I can’t understand why you don’t!”

Sometimes it feels like you’re trying to put spokes in our wheels,
only waiting to see us fall, kicking your own heels.
But everything you do to me is well meant and you wish me only the best.
Don’t you understand you can’t change the feelings I’ve got inside my chest?

And was it any link between that my love and me chose to part
and that you one evening said you got something on your heart?
And the reason why you wanted us to divide was long understood
so did your heart beat happy when I left my love for good?

Do you ask me how I’m doing because you really care
or is your jealous heart just beating curious in there?

To choose taking the easy way out is the hardest decision that I have made.
But when love is unrequited don’t you agree that your prescription is the only aid?
Hey doc, now we have the same condition, are you gonna use your own cure?
How does it feel to be asked leaving me just like you wanted me to leave her?

You shouldn’t take everything literally a friend of mine wisely spoke,
’cause sometimes, he said, throughout life you gotta read between the lines.
‘Cause every page won’t be written clear, and some terms are said as a joke.
So I focused above and below the letters, but I couldn’t find anything written there!

Most of the time things are just like it seems,
but sometimes reality could fit into dreams.
Yes, most of the time things are just like it seems,
but sometimes reality could fit into dreams.

Most of the time things are just like it seems,
but sometimes reality could fit into dreams.
Yes, most of the time things are just like it seems,
but sometimes reality could fit into dreams.

And he taught me that life is an arena where you first gotta battle your self.
So one night I got thirsty and in mood to compete I tried to drink myself under the table.
My confidence rose as I drank until I started philosophizing how I could win.
Then after some beers and a bottle of booze, I found myself on the floor, unable.

Can I count on you, babe? Shall I take the chance?
Will you fall in love with me, or am I tangled up in yet another lonely dance?
Hope might be a deceiving ally, not turning its back once you’ve lost.
Am I falling in love with you, babe, or have I got my signals crossed?

I’ve been down this road before; I know exactly what’s around the bend.
The crossroad we’re heading for might show up to be a dead end.
Am I confusing heads with tails on the coins that I’ve tossed?
Am I falling in love with you, babe, or have I got my signals crossed?

There’s a clot on my heart I keep picking. Is it weird it does not heal?
I’m so sick of this kind of love and the way it makes me feel.
Am I willing to walk through fire to win your passion at any cost?
Am I falling in love with you, babe, or have I got my signals crossed?

I wonder whether it’s waste of time or are we building something that will last?
Don’t you know what we’re going through reminds me of my past?
Some people’s life and the way they love seem so shiny and glossed.
Am I falling in love with you babe, or have I got my signals crossed?

Picked up some advice from a tune; “If something’s not right, it’s wrong!”
“If someone gives you all of her love, don’t let it stray” - was said in another song.
Sometimes I feel the air is cool instead of feeling the touch of Jack Frost.
Am I falling in love with you, babe, or have I got my signals crossed?

Each time I’m about to throw in the towel, you stall me with a sign.
If it’s true what they say about he who waits, I’ll be yours and I’ll call you mine.
Waiting for you nearly drain my guts though my patience is hard to exhaust.
Am I falling in love with you, babe, or have I got my signals crossed?

What would you do if I lit the darkest corners of my mind?
Would you stay where you are today, or would you leave me behind?
“No, I won’t,” you might say. “My love is beyond the light of day.”
All right, when the sun sets tonight, it’s gonna be as dark as it gets.

And what would you do if I let you have a look into my heart of hearts?
Would you still be around, or would its darkness tear us apart?
“No, it won’t,” you might say; “My love is beyond the light of day.”
Ah well, I’d love to hear you tell when you stand before my silhouette.

We won’t always understand what we really need to learn.
Even darkness and confusion might be guiding lights that burn.

What would you do if I showed you the colors of my soul?
Would I still be a diamond to you, or would I turn into a chunk of coal?
“No, you won’t,” you might say, “My love is beyond the light of day.”
Okay, but there’s no colorful bouquet that you’ll see when my spirit is lit.

We won’t always understand what we really need to learn.
Even darkness and confusion might be guiding lights that burn.

But if I showed you my conscience,
what would you do?
Would you forgive and forget
what I’ve put us through?
And would I still be your loved one?

What would you do if I lit the darkest corners of my mind?

When you have crossed morality’s line,
and ignored every warning sign
and accepted your dignity’s decline…

When the most firm of principles break
and guilty conscience keeps you awake
and when you’ve put your reputation at stake
how can you, oh how can you love yourself?

When a look in the mirror reflects someone strange.
You listen to yourself speak, but hear someone else.
It can’t appear much clearer that your ways must change.
If you’re lost but don’t seek, oh, how can you love yourself?

When bells have tolled and your nobility has died
and the casket is lowered with your honor inside
and a tombstone is raised above your pride…

When you have found that you’re buried in shame
and that there’s no one else around to give blame
and that you and your worst enemy are one and the same
how can you, oh how can you love yourself?

When a look in the mirror reflects someone strange.
You listen to yourself speak, but hear someone else.
It can’t appear much clearer that your ways must change.
If you’re lost but don’t seek, oh, how can you love yourself?

When you are with friends yet feel most unknown
and you get involved only in a world of your own
and you hate your own company and time alone
how can you, oh how can you love yourself?

With your queen-like gestures and noble manners,
and the modesty of a servant along with your majestic pride…
With a seat like a royal at the head of the table,
why, oh Hannah, wasn’t there anyone by your side?
Why wasn’t there anyone by your side, Hannah?

With your silver circlet in your golden hair,
who among us could you belong to but a king?
And with eyes like diamonds and teeth like pearls,
why, oh Hannah, didn’t you carry no ring?
Why didn’t you carry no ring, Hannah?

When making her rounds to serve at each seat
with the crystal carafe the waitress did just pass.
And with food on your plate and a selection of drinks,
why, oh Hannah, wasn’t there wine in your glass?
Why wasn’t there wine in your glass, Hannah?

And with your nimble moves treading lightly across the floor,
how come I restrained from making advance?
With waltz in our ears, and no man by your side,
why, oh Hannah, didn’t I ask you for a dance?
Why didn’t I ask you for a dance, Hannah?

You disappear and you reappear
like nights and days,
like the sun and the moon,
like tears to my tired face.
No use in changing
either pace or track or trace.
No matter which direction,
it’s your ghost, your shadow, that I chase.

If I believed in love at first sight
I’d walk the most crowded street.
Whoever’s eyes I take notice of
I’m still looking for you in everyone that I meet.

My thoughts are many miles away.
Memories of you still sweet.
And the passion once so present to my heart,
the future will have a hard time to beat.
I would look up from the screen.
Would leave my shades no matter how bright.
My eyes would bleed before I’d go to sleep
if I believed in love at first sight.

If I believed in love at first sight
I wouldn’t miss a single pair of eyes.
I wouldn’t consider a second glance
‘cause love is nothing to compromise.

If I believed in love at first sight
I’d walk the most crowded street.
Whoever’s eyes I take notice of
I’m still looking for you in everyone that I meet.

If I believed in love at first sight
I wouldn’t miss a single pair of eyes.
I wouldn’t consider a second glance
‘cause love is nothing to compromise.

If I believed in love at first sight
I’d walk the most crowded street.
Whoever’s eyes I take notice of
I’m still looking for you in everyone…

If I believed in love at first sight
I’d walk the most crowded street.
Whoever’s eyes I take notice of
I’m still looking for you in everyone that I meet.

You were my friend. And you were my lover.
A year ago everything was all new. Now it’s all over.
And I’m glad you’re doing so well.
Couldn’t you just find somebody else…somebody else to tell?

So scared to divide quite from the start.
We lived on borrowed time. And so did my heart.
But I swear its pounding was true.
It just did not beat that long that it was desired to do.

But you’re too good to always stand in the shadows
of a trophy I’ve made room for, but can never win.
What could I have done differently
but to keep you from playing second violin?

My feelings were strong ‘til they happened to bleach.
And shining through was the love of my life. -A girl out of reach.
If despair had left you behind
you’d probably been the one I couldn’t get out of my mind.

But it does not feel good to see you embraced.
I used to hold you so tight in my arms. Now I’m replaced.
And I miss the moments we shared.
What if we could return back to the days…back to the days we cared?

But you’re too good to always stand in the shadows
of a trophy I’ve made room for, but can never win.
What could I have done differently
but to keep you from playing second violin?

Yes, you’re too good to always stand in the shadows
of a trophy I’ve made room for, but can never win.
What could I have done differently
but to keep you from playing second violin?

What was ahead of us was an echo of my past.
The same old movie shot again with another cast.
What she’s been to me I pray that I’m not to you.
Gotta break out of this circle to avoid a Déjà vu.

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.