Excuse me Fire - Alternative Rock Band

Stripes

The control of feelings is property of others
we can't change the time, in fact
who is the guy that owns the stars in the sky
is there someone with his hand

the soul is empty, getting filled with solitude
pain as a sign of vegetating life
hope is a stripe at the glowing horizon
not reachable for a fallen pride

the courage to fight an unseen enemy
in mournful times of a bleeding heart
strength in every single vein of our body
comes with the first rays of the stars

Murphy's Law

My dreamy aim
the draft I made
so ambitious
all in vain
won't become reality

my vision failed
so far away
but I risked to create
something that just can not be

my plan went
wrong and then
I tried so loving
to prevent
to avoid the final curtain call

without defense
my castle made of sand
now it's running
through my hands
mighty tides have cracked the walls

it's miserable
dreams aren't getting physical
they are falling down
about to collapse
things will rarely turn out the way that you expect

it fell apart
my house of cards
and I acutely
tried so hard
to let it proudly stand again

these failures are
a burden to my heart
it feels like proving Murphy's Law
confirming there's no masterplan

seems to be that something not to reach
superior to me
conducting fate right above us
like a man crossing all the plans
of people seeking sense
of all the dreamers all the lovers

it's miserable (so defenseless my castle made of sand)
dreams aren't getting physical (running through my hands)

Masterplan

The engine the machine,
the construction, your masterplan.
Doesn't run, can't proceed,
ambitions take an early end.
And it seems to be, there's a factor you did not calculate,
the error is me, can't fullfill ambitious aims.

You replace me, you delay me,
cause the output fails,
like a used up gearwheel, not productive,
just missfitting to the master plan.

I'm the weakspot, of the masterplan.

Like a stone on the road on the way, to your masterpiece,
you wipe out the fault,
the danger to your symmetry,
and it seems to be, that you just wanna have me out of here,
the error is me, you will not cry me a tear.

Lighthouse Stories

Finger tips aching this winter was so cold
his island still covered with snow
but no footsteps there
no hint of a human soul

always his lighthouse has been lightening the rough sea
but no one will ever receive
his warning signs
cause nobody is there to see

time's passing by
another morning sun
but again no one
that wastes a thought for some of his signs
and the light's still on

no one ever understood his calling
no one ever listened to his warning
they will slowly fade
unheard like him

the isle keeps his stories of terrible comedowns
of numberless seamen that drowned
and bursting ships
now on the ocean's ground

these fates will stay unheard
so useless his bright light
out of sight out of mind
his signals fail hardly to see by the blind

these signals vainly sent by him
will finally trail off in the wind
and his calling gives no hint
will finally get lost in the wind

Keen On Caroline

One single simple eye contact
and you control my mind
arousing something that I can't reject
a certain appetite

wanna see you with less clothes on
wanna please you all night long
wanna see you with less clothes on
wanna please you, take them off

first the tie in your hair
the scarf around your neck baby
then your alice band
and your polka dot dress

every part of me
aims to eat you alive
it dares the leap
the animal inside

you're here and i lose control over me
I'm stunned cause you make me want to see
the way you walk the way you move
i beg for more on my knees
to my goddess
to my muse
to my outranging queen

your skin
the scent you left behind
arouses the animal inside

Hearts On Oaks

hands running over the bole
(over the lonley oak)
she's lookint for their names
he cut in
years ago

deep cuts don't want to go
(go off the lonley oak)
when will these letters fade
he cut in
years ago

heart still glows
their names burnt into the tree
restless soul
again she won't fall asleep
don't want to go
letters still clearly to see
years ago
since his last kiss on her cheek

curly hair, the sun gleams in,
is blowing loosely in the east wind
it makes the clouds rush fast
and grasses dance

birds are setting off as well
on the way to their southern realm
and her eyes follow
like in the years ago

again she's on that path
like in the years ago
when grasses dance
so shall storm and thunder
fell this oak, take that burden from her
and tear it down at last

passing clouds
swarms of birds
they sing the song
he wrote for her

again she's on that path
like in the years ago
when grasses dance
so shall storm and thunder
fell this tree and words upon the
bold,
to ease her heart
and her restless soul

hands running over the bole
when will these letters fade
he cut in
years ago