She looked so beautiful

Here she comes
Beauty plays the clown
Here she comes
Surreal in her crown

Is there a time for keeping your distance
A time to turn your eyes away
Is there a time for keeping your head down
For getting on with your day

Here she comes
Heads turn around
Here she comes
To take her crown


Is there a time to run for cover
Is there a time for different colours
Different names you find it hard to spell
Is there a time to believe you can't feel

Here she comes

In a new dress

Here she comes

To go away again

You say that the river
Finds the way to the sea
And like the river
You shall come to me
Beyond the borders
And the thirsty lands
You say that as a river
Like a river...
Love shall come
Love...
And I'm not able to pray anymore
And I cannot hope in love anymore
And I cannot wait for that love anymore)


Is there a time for tying ribbons
A time for Christmas trees
Is there a time for laying tables
And the night is set to freeze

a few lines

how can i feel nostalgia for somethng i have never known
or how can i have something i left behind

how can i tell if this is for real
when reality yet has not been defined

how can i decide between right and wrong
when all i have seen is my perspective

how can i tell you this is the truth
or that it does not really matter