The gardener (Der Gärtner)

The gardener

The window is ajar, the curtain barely moves
The last breath of my trust fills the room
Silently it lies on the ground next to foreign women's lingerie
And your alibis don't make sense
Slayed from behind
My trust lies in the pale light
And one thing is sure: The gardener - it wasn't him

We love murder, we punish the murderer
Until everything breaks apart
We love murder, we punish the murderer
Until everything breaks apart
Hope dies last, but it dies
And the gardener - it wasn't him

It smells of honey and coffee, the world joyfully awakes
The sun dances through the room, the idyll is only pretence
The clock resounds suspiciously
Brings up the names of the dead
The patience I had lies dead on the bed
Poised over years, at short sight and long run
One thing is sure: the gardener - it wasn't him

We love murder, we punish the murderer
Until everything breaks apart
We love murder, we punish the murderer
Until everything breaks apart
Hope dies last, but it dies
And the gardener - it wasn't him

The room is dying, the clock resounds again
The moonlight is shattered
Wildly distrubuted on the floor
Revenge tastes best when it's fresh
And that's the clou
Because the one dead on the sofa is you
Shot with the rifle into the middle of your face
And the gardener - it wasn't him

Пуснато от Steena в Пон, 03/08/2009 - 18:04
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