Mastermind Songtext
von Maria Wilman

As I pull the faded pictures
That I keep inside my drawer,
All becomes a distance mixture,
Faces, places, simply stored.

What we remember,
Will lose its splendour,
Like the day to night surrenders.
Leaving only what′s for real,
A true contender.

Versions of so many different takes,
Fools us to believe it's all new,
Parallels that fit all shapes,
Everybody owns their view.


What we desire,
Will expire,
Like the match that lights the fire.
Leaving only what′s for real,
Going higher.

Mastermind of this game,
Who's keeping score,
Where's the first link of this chain,
We′re all players, that′s for sure.

As I pull the faded pictures,
That I keep inside my drawer,
Many shades are coming clear,
Seem to be part of the whole
Leaving only what's for real,
They are who comfort my soul...

What we remember
Will lose its splendour,
Like the day to night surrenders,
Leaving only what′s for real,
Leaving only what's for real,
Leaving only what′s for real...
A true contender.