No chance to resist

Where is the power, Where is the heat? The years went by and the time blew off the fame
The rain and the snow keep on pouring on the hot flow of lava, turn it into ashes and stone

Your eyes were the entry straight into your heart and every time looking at me you were giving a part of it
I’m looking on a façade of make-up and paint, standing at the pane looking into a forsaken room

Tell me what you’ve been through and what did totally change your life
Is there a chance to escape from the storm that has been taking you away?

There are lines on your face of sorrow and pain, they get deeper and clearer after all these years
The wagons on the road leave tracks on the lane, tyres are much more elastic than asphalt
No chance to resist?

They’ve cut your hair though it was your beauty, your long curly hair was the price you had to pay
The wind hits the willow presses hard blow by blow, wells it how to grow though the trunk is strong and tall

Do you remember the time you followed the voice in your heart?
We were enjoying our lives, thought we’ll never be apart
Life is a cat that wants to be caressed by you
But you can’t forced it at all, it only does what it wants to do
Enjoy every minute every second when it comes close to you
You don’t know how long it will stay
You don’t know when the time is through

Look in my eyes, do you feel the same?
I’m living just in a mortal frame
I feel the tension all around me
Touch me now I want to break free
Yesterday’s gone, tomorrow’s far away
We’re wasting our life every day
Keep your dreams alive, you know
Everything is real if it’s deep in your soul

I’m missing your laughter, your sense of homour, it seemed your easy living would be carried on
Every little plant has to lose its soft leaves and some strong winter don’t admit no kind of life

You’ve been talking of changes, of a new kind of freedom, that you don’t want to live like your parents did spend their life
A wild river bites holes in a rock, though it is harder than water it can’t stand it
No chance to resist?



(c) Matthias Wichtrup 1997
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