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Give me a call when they're losing their minds
Their blood runs cold while being alive
You're having bad times falling asleep
You're placing a safe place inside of your dreams

I'm having serious struggles with finding ease
When I think of the borders they believe they will need
A jetplane flies from London to Cologne
Carrying a coffin filled with bones

Some things you can't have
That's what they say

Did I just hear you mention
How close you've been?
You said you could almost put your tongue to it
It escaped like a shadow when you flash a light
Like a dream when you wake up, did they turn on the lights?

Connecting a head with a wall
Protecting a nation with a wall
Isolating a state with a wall
Connecting a head with a wall

Some things you can't have
That's what they say

I struggled with the same problems
Well, at least I thought that
And that didn’t make it less real
I was running in circles
I was chasing myself up
A house in the mountains

Is this a hand or is it a fist?
Is this a mouth or is it a kiss?
Is this a call or is it nothing at all?
Is this something we'd really like men to decide?

Some things better stay unsaid

Connecting a head with a wall
Protecting a nation with a wall
Isolating a state with a wall
Connecting a head with a wall

Protecting a nation with a wall
Isolating a state with a wall
Connecting a head with a wall
Protecting a nation with a wall

Isolating a state with a wall
Connecting a head with a wall
Protecting a nation with a wall
Isolating a state with a wall

Connecting a head with a wall
Protecting a nation with a wall
Isolating a state with a wall
Connecting a head with a wall

Some things better stay unsaid
Some things better stay unsaid
Some things better stay unsaid
Some things better stay unsaid

But some things you can't plan
That's what I say

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from Safe Place / The Weight, released August 9, 2019
Tim von Holst

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The Sins of My Youth Cologne, Germany

Ein Kollektiv ohne kollektives Bewusstsein. Fühler auf irgendeine Art. Wir machen das, was Musiker tun: Musik aufnehmen, veröffentlichen, auf Konzerten vorspielen etc.

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