In a land where space and time collide,
In a place where everything is real,
I dreamt of us last night.
You were a Poet, and I was your Muse.
I looked over your shoulder,
You wrote my name in tears
And smiles and whispered sweet lullabies.
In a land where space and time collide,
We sat there – the Poet with his Muse,
We conversed and said goodbyes
And met again, and laughed and cried.
In a place where everything is real,
We spoke of many things,
Of us, of fools, of kings
And we forgot the world outside.
I dreamt of us last night,
As the Poet and his Muse,
We sat there and conversed.
I watched over you, you wrote my name.
You were a Poet, and I was your Muse,
The invisible, invincible precious thing,
The one you left unnoticed and the one
That wishes, dreams and whispers.
In a land where space and time collide,
I wish we'd sit there, a Poet and his Muse.
In a place where everything is real,
We'll meet and like a Poet with his Muse
We'll converse, oblivious of the world,
Of words, of us.
And like the Poet and his Muse, we'll forget space and time.
We'll forget the kings, and fools, and us.
We'll forget the world outside.
We'll forget...
20.05.2011
Replica
P.S.: Even though it has nothing to do with this, it feels right for this song to be here.
Du weisst warum.
In a place where everything is real,
I dreamt of us last night.
You were a Poet, and I was your Muse.
I looked over your shoulder,
You wrote my name in tears
And smiles and whispered sweet lullabies.
In a land where space and time collide,
We sat there – the Poet with his Muse,
We conversed and said goodbyes
And met again, and laughed and cried.
In a place where everything is real,
We spoke of many things,
Of us, of fools, of kings
And we forgot the world outside.
I dreamt of us last night,
As the Poet and his Muse,
We sat there and conversed.
I watched over you, you wrote my name.
You were a Poet, and I was your Muse,
The invisible, invincible precious thing,
The one you left unnoticed and the one
That wishes, dreams and whispers.
In a land where space and time collide,
I wish we'd sit there, a Poet and his Muse.
In a place where everything is real,
We'll meet and like a Poet with his Muse
We'll converse, oblivious of the world,
Of words, of us.
And like the Poet and his Muse, we'll forget space and time.
We'll forget the kings, and fools, and us.
We'll forget the world outside.
We'll forget...
20.05.2011
Replica
P.S.: Even though it has nothing to do with this, it feels right for this song to be here.
Du weisst warum.
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