We Had A Promise Made, We Were in Love

Dieses Gefühl. Nicht gut genug zu sein, kennt ihr das? Man will so viel an sich ändern, doch ist der "Erfolg" zum Greifen nahe, nutzt man diese eine Chance nicht. Der Kopf sagt NEIN, doch der Körper ist wie ferngesteuert und kann es nicht lassen. Man sagt sich, morgen ist der richtige Tag um neu anzufangen. Aber wieso noch nicht heute? Wieso macht man es überhaupt? Für sich selbst oder doch für Andere? Ich muss zu mir selbst finden.

One night to be confused One night to speed up truth We had a promise made Four hands and then away Both under influense We had devine scent To know what to say Mind is a razorblade To call for hands of above To lean on Wouldn't be good enough For me, no One night of magic rush The start a simple touch One night to push and scream And then releaf Ten days of perfect tunes The colors red and blue We had a promise made We were in love To call for hands of above To lean on Wouldn't be good enough For me, no To call for hands of above To lean on Wouldn't be good enough And you You knew the hands of the devil And you Kept us awake with wolf teeths Sharing different heartbeats In one night To call for hands of above To lean on Wouldn't be good enough For me, no To call for hands of above To lean on Wouldn't be good enough For me, no