Be Quiet

Nothings getting any better going back to what I was:
pain, joy, ugliness;
Crawling for the open road.

Slay my open heart of gold;
I have not much to say,
you can't expect my heart forever,
it is made of paper and glue.

Clouds, stars, rainy nights;
Come now or stay behind,
I don't care whats real or fake,
just give me the recognition I love.

Leave the mess of wonders behind,
I don't need to pick them up in the end;
In my wicked garden of lies,
don't believe whatever you hear.

Swing below the water fall,
Breathe into the trees,
and when in time your mind will freeze,
take what you can get.

Don't choke on your broken dreams,
Listen to your fallen memories,
they will take you far enough...
straight to the outer world.