We Might Be One for a Day
- URBAN POETRY, MARKUS GANSSERT
I may well be satisfied
Stay a while
Sweet little child
Taste some of the poisoned fume
Leave this world
Enrich this room
We might be one for a day
Angels take
Our souls away
Reaching heights, we won't get caught
Gods lend wings
To tainted hearts
Feel the pain deep inside
From your head to your feet
From the left to the right
But no one loves
When we earn all lover's pay
Father, hide
My love away
Searching for an alibi
Listen to
Your spirit's eye
Feel the pain deep inside
From your head to your feet
From the left to the right
But no one loves and no one knows