I
I, the man, you, the woman,
we, a world that’s lost forever
Twin towers,
nine one one
Osama bin Laden,
the war against terror
Haven’t we already lost it, living in fear
before those airplanes learn to fly again
Twin towers, a world
dictated by opposites
Islam, christianity
capitalism, communism
Men, women
cats, dogs
Good music,
bad music
Before nine one one, was the
world more or less our home
Home sweet home,
home sweet home sweetheart
Is there a place for us,
underneath the sun
In the burning night, waiting for eachother
To collapse, into eachother’s arms
II
I, the man, you, the woman,
we, a world that’s lost forever
Why does love never work,
at least not for a long time
If you know the answer to that question
you hold the key to the universe in your hands
Home is where the heart is,
home is where my art is
Music sweet music, to be
blown away by amplifiers
By the sound and the
energy and the light
To hold the key to the universe
in your hands for a while
Like in a landscape of brilliant city lights at night,
the fast lane is where to shake off the pain
Inside beats this engine called heart,
until all braincells start their witchdance
Free animals in wildest places,
I welcome you
For a while, we escape from all this,
transcendence as a means to an end
But the brilliant nights never really end,
living on in our nerve systems, until we meet again
In the few forbidden places that are left
Underneath the sun
III
I, the man, you, the woman,
we, a world that’s lost forever
Sometimes I miss you more
than I miss my own life
To be carried away
on angel’s wings
You
you know
You know it
you know it wouldn’t last forever
But always there is hope,
as long as your heart beats
As long as you refuse to change the sheets,
and the smells remind you
Home sweet home,
home sweet home sweetheart
I wanted to create a place where
our children could grow up safe
Now all I have to offer
them is ground zero
Ground zero, let the
countdown begin
Don’t worry,
be unhappy
Because unhappiness is a far
greater source of inspiration
Ground zero
Let the countdown begin
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