(m — kusch l -deris)
I believe what we called a game
Is more than just a handful of pain
I still remember every hour
Every second has been hours
Far away from many burden
We met eyes without a curtain
Headless into a new sensation
Wether brain nor fear of patience
Careless we had a game to play
You crossed my way for twenty days
Why don’t you just heal
The yearning that I feel?
Heywhat we called a game
Is more than just a handful of pain
We got the wrong ways
Cause I believe it’s more
Than just a handful of pain
We got the wrong ways
Cause I believe it’s more
Than just a handful of pain
We’re different coloursdiferent nature
Both we weer like pupil and teacher
It’s a puzzle with two pieces
Still not done ’cause one still misses
Helpless I go through unknown stages
A chapter of life which has missing pages
Torture not owly phisical
It pains unboundway way down
The yearning that I feel?
HeyI believe what we called a game
Is more than just a handful of pain
We got the wrong ways
Cause I believe it’s more
Than just a handful of pain
We got the wrong ways
Cause I believe it’s more
Than just a handful of pain
Solo 1: michael
Solo 2: roland