Moving
MP3
i have packed | i'm leaving this place now | empty as it is now | that you have gone || i did not sleep, just waited | and anticipated | your coming home || and i guess my life will just go on | the way it did before | except that the fine line | between song and sign | will not blur | anymore || i have packed | all which reminds me of you | so that leaving here does not mean: | leaving you behind || if you come back and read this | finally | i hope that you will follow | and find me || because my life will just go on | the way it did before | except for these words | like drops from a tap | that will not close | anymore || except that the crack | in my heart | will not heal | anymore||
the first song i wrote after the 'nerve bible' guitarist rob had died.