ein oldie aus alten tagen

No One Mourns The Lonely

Childish, Foolish things in mind,
You set them up with fret,
No reasonable truth behind
The sorrow that I’ve met

So why, my Love, do things get weird
When daylight vanish´s dark,
And limelight spirits that I’ve feared
Express their flickering bark

Why should I listen to your talk
If I can see no goal
Or sense for my own sacred bit
For my beloved soul

You tell me about love affairs
That don’t acknowledge me,
Out of hope I heartened care
But now I pay the fee

Fuck your blindness, fuck your talk
Fuck the fancy flirt
From now on I will freely walk
Without your depressive hurt