Ystad August 2008 Europe and Deep Purple.

Nobody can be perfect:-)

Learn to pause ... or nothing worthwhile will catch up to you.

Forget the all

Over the hills of the years

Over the seas of the tears

Over the cities of the beasts

Over the mist of memories

I’m just running away

Along the unknown way

Hoping I fotgot all of you

After the disclosing the true

Destiny cut the chain of love

The lost wings of the dove

Will be returned nevermore

Had to give in, close the door

We couldn’t stay together

The one bloody feather

Turned just into the dust

No more love, no more lust

Over the hills of the years

Over the seas of the tears

Over the cities of the beasts

Over the mist of memories

Dripping wet

A fall of rain, a crying sky,
hey, I have an umbrella
true as a spoken lie.
I am dripping wet, aren’t I?

So many dreams pass me by.
Only drops touch me, that‘s real.
The scars inside, they could heal,
but now they make me slowly die.

The birds and dreams fly above me.
Oh so free they can be!
When rainy clouds come, they’re away
but I have no wings to fly away!

A fall of rain, a crying sky,
hey, I have an umbrella
true as a spoken lie.
I am dripping wet, aren’t I?