Picture Of Heaven
Weiß ist rein,
Weiß ist kalt wie Schnee,
Weiß ist mehr als nur ‘ne Farbe,
und Weiß zu sein
ist ein Punkt mehr.
Weiß sind die, die gewinnen,
Schwarz sind die, die verliern,
Schwarz und Weiß zusamm‘ sind die,
die, die langsam dran krepiern.
Schwarz oder Weiß
ist wie Tag und Nacht,
Schwarz oder Weiß,
ist unten ofer oben,
ein bißchen Schwarz,
ein bißchen Weiß,
ist beides nicht,
ist weder,
noch.
Schw
Presto
If I could wave my magic wand.
I am made from the dust of the stars
And the oceans flow in my veins
Here I hide in the heart of the city
Like a stranger coming out of the rain.
The evening plane rises up from the runway
Over constellations of light
I look down into a million houses
And wonder what you're doing tonight.
If I could wave my magic wand
I'd make everything all right.
I'm not one to believe in magic
But I sometimes have a second sight
I'm not one with a sense of proportion
When my heart still changes overnight.
I had a dream of a winter garden
A midnight rendezvous
Silver, blue, and frozen silence
What a fool I was for you.
I had a dream of the open water
I was swimming away out to sea
So deep I could never touch bottom
What a fool I used to be.
If I could wave my magic wand
I'd set everybody free.
I'm not one to believe in magic
Though my memory has a second sight
I'm not one to go pointing my finger
When I radiate more heat than light.
Don't ask me, I'm just improvising
My illusion of careless flight
Can't you see my temperature’s rising
I radiate more heat than light.
Don't ask me I'm just sympathizing
My illusions a harmless flight
Can't you see my temperature’s rising
I radiate more heat than light.