Last night was the world so true,
listening to you.
Every rise and fall,
I could feel my soul reply to your call.
The sign- my ship's deploy
into the water's of 'ich liebe euch.'
With this memory still fresh,
my sad situation I must confess:
Coming down from the high
ride into the night, only to find
the compact disk is where I confide.
Sort through the songs I recall
I remember them all.
The words, the sound
of the guitars relentlessly hunting the lyrics like hounds.
Every note ringing so pure
without remorse, without fear.
Deep into that darkness, a light
lifting my soul into flight.
Coming down from the high
ride into the night, only to find
a collection of amnesty when I confide.
Coming down from the high.
Slide into the night, only to cry
over the memories that now, in I hide.
