Was mach ich bloss mit diesem vollen Mond ohne ein Mikro vor meiner Nase? show me your spirit show me your pain there’s something i’m missing again and again show me everything you ever did teach me something you knew as a kid (…everything…something…) i wish i could touch you like a lover would i […]

Was mach ich bloss mit diesem vollen Mond ohne ein Mikro vor meiner Nase?

show me your spirit

show me your pain

there’s something i’m missing

again and again

show me everything

you ever did

teach me something

you knew as a kid

(…everything…something…)

i wish i could touch you

like a lover would

i wish i could dream you

like a prophet would

(…right now…like a lover would…)

Die Bilder treten an die Stelle dessen, was abwesend ist – brauch ich für diese banale Erkenntnis wirklich einen Philosophieprofessor?