Still Art with a Coin Songtext
von MoodMan

My bones crumble
slowly I run,
run through across
and the time warily locked
at the hourglass′s bubble
fed by the sand
used to compose the flesh
I'm ashamed of my oral dryness
downcasted eyes
and helpless lump in my throat
I am afraid of metal
beneath the tongue
becoming too tangy


Like they go over, over across the road
and steadily clearly fade
among the trees
and their silhouettes
on memory′s afterimage
are thin as a Host
and bitter like a tear

(Like they go over, over across the road
and steadily clearly fade
among the trees
and their silhouettes
on memory's afterimage
are thin as a Host
and bitter like a tear)

red leaves in the rain
and my sonny's smile
glued to the wet pane
drops push in throughout
under stones, the eyelids
into the face′s furrows
now look more closely
that window in a small town
the table, the hand of old man
A glass of tea
It′s an image
The nature, progressively lifeless


Waiting together safe and trustful
like little children
for something going to happen
as it has to occur

(Waiting together safe and trustful
like little children
for something going to happen
as it has to occur)

Still got this photo
Where in barrage of the events
Without the importance now
There is your form
you smile like you always do
albeit your eyes are thoughtful
and hands ready to help

there where you are now
do you need eyes or hands

The worst desolation
is hidden in drawers
among old photos already faded
in a wardrobe where your clothes hang
at a heart that tames
this ultimate void
I cannot recollect
I don't believe in the resurrection
I don′t look for meaning
Even if it'd be the easiest way
but against of all what is well-balanced
I′m looking in darkness for your shoulder.