Walking On Air

Tell me when does it stop raining

Tell me why don't you feel the same

and why don't you stop complainting?

I got no reason to blame

'cause I'm walking on air

Did I dissapoint you,

or have I ever treat you wrong?

You said it would going better on your own

And that you're happier since youre gone.

God he knows, god I swear it will be better the next time

And I'll build up a bridge by stars,

which should be a highway to your heart and to your soul

and I will sing until I'm hoarse.

I look to this old oak next to my house,

hear how the birds whistle there.

I keep my head, every morning new, into the rays of our golden sun

Because nothing else remains to be done.

And the day will come, maybe real soon, when I don't lift a finger

To get a contest for your heed.

You'll not stir me up and I won't give a fuck

I'll seethe with anger nevermore

Because there is no love to seed