LYRICS: I will try to keep you updated on the lyrics here. Please mail me if you miss any lyrics from any song.


an hour away (i wrote this song back in 2001 and finally 6 years later it took the shape that felt right for me. inspired by people i met in Berlin)

I was told by my father once, I was told to neglect those eyes that are forming up a vision of a truth. I was sold by my mothers word to get hold of the happiness that are calling for me wailing to enclasp me. As my teacher painted up the pictures of the world I was naive and swallowed it since it confirmed the only images that I had. I was was told to believe in love but your eyes and your truthful voice softly made me yours to shape in certain frames. Just an hour from here, I can feel your tears. Well in order to make things right I got scared and took my right to ignore the fact the I even had a choice here. As I worn out my fancy suit I got old and forgot all words, to make her believe that she really had a choice here. Just an hour from here, I can feel your tears

when the orchestra plays (Writen in November 2005. It's a salute to the music and also a bless to the people who tries to copy with life and things happening to them)

When the orchestra plays, i know i have demons to slay. In the morning brezze, there are tunes in a foreign language. Words that hasn't been heard for a thousand years. When the orchestra plays, you will get down on your knees and pray. In the morning fog, you better follow that mistress again. There's no need to pretend come and meet me my only friend. The last part of me has died and the last part of you have tried to create a dream, that isn't filled with screams. But it seems you luck has turned. When the orchestra plays, my family will meet me in the end. They will say that an angel was send, and they will believe that it's because of there love. Please keep them unwaer, cos the truth would tear their heart. When the song has come to an end, know one ever remembers the end. And please don't put any flowers by my grave, and dont send me no prays. Just listen to the song and let the orchestra play. The last part of me has died and the last part of you have tried to create a dream, that isn't filled with screams.

my friends (this is a song that i like to dedicate to a very special friend of mine; the girl with the birds -forever bless to you)

So I called up my friends, so they can tell me how this storie ends. One sadfull storie opens up the book of realm. I've been told for several times, but oh no i really want to learn a lesson here. I've been watchin' but bored by the fact that no words mean nothing now. As I'm forgetting my body, will I continuing to praise those pills. Some preaching hands they get tired all along, just a fraction of a smile. One sadfull man may teach me how to continue getting ill. The poison they're tryin' to sell, is a way keep me in their cell. Some preaching hands they get tired all along, just a fraction of a smile

sad boys play games (the song is writen in 2003 when I was a mess and tried to get life going again. It's always nice to get a name on something that has bottered you for a long time )

As I got my final A and had stoped doin prays I went out on the schoolyard and they were pointing finger and called me names. You know, I couldn't care less, I neglected and made my own mess Until me walked into you and i knew that it was now the hurting had to come true. I tried to tell you to walk, to walk off again. Until the point where i tell you to be here again. So i locked my door, shouting you out. Life is hard to live, so why put in things that are hard to forgive. I tried to sleep. This lovely eternal sleep of me. One thing held me away from the end, just to see you crying in my arms again. I tried to tell you to walk, to walk off again. Until the point where i tell you to be here again. I told you, that your arms they where not made for me but I couldn't let you get away. And showed how proud i could be

chris, turn the page (it goes back to the time when love was so unexplored and every person you met is someone new and interesting. That fades but Chris is always there, deep inside of mine. )

I was back in the days when I was blue Where I met this boy, who guided me through Long nights painted in red Someone hold me back in my bed Like your hands they were present I?m open for suggestions, if you just will turn the page x2 Resamble once again They had made you a space to rest I loved to sit beside your head All the cracks on the walls I figured out, that no-one answered your calls Like your hands they were present I?m open for suggestions, if you just will turn the page x2 Resamble once again You know, we had something in common But we never really talked it through One morning you had gone away It seems like a dream, but I know I was there Like your hands they were present I?m open for suggestions, if you just will turn the page x2 Resamble once again I started to wear your face, your words started to guiding my frame I weared your face and started to guiding my.. I weared your face and started to guide your..