Unfinished People
Ramshackle hearts, home of the longing ark
For the brave, isolated hideaway
Call out for love, voice of the angry
Your burden engraved deep into the melody
Harlequin boy, schoolyard pariah
Smells like routine, sketches blood out of the pain
(?) fall onto the nothing, domesticating the wild
Drill me alive and teach me a lesson
Trapped in a box, the scared child
(?) fall into the classroom, broke off a biology mass
The dead birds flew out of the window
Brought back the souls of gladness
(Pre-Chorus)
Run, forsaken child, get out of what was shelter
And maybe we fall in love & laugh when the day's barely gone
He made us more and more complete
I call him a friend since first we drank from his faulty rain
We dreamt that we were just young boys
A zombie fell into the churchroom, verses and poems (?)
And all the girls felt pretty unfinished, crowned by the gold in their head
And (?) left holes in the dwelling, knowing that you had enough
And I remain inflamed by a fire, a sound that entertained us
Run, your rough guitar will always be in my head
I cannot let you fall
You (?)
You are the echo of my youth
For the brave, isolated hideaway
Call out for love, voice of the angry
Your burden engraved deep into the melody
Harlequin boy, schoolyard pariah
Smells like routine, sketches blood out of the pain
(?) fall onto the nothing, domesticating the wild
Drill me alive and teach me a lesson
Trapped in a box, the scared child
(?) fall into the classroom, broke off a biology mass
The dead birds flew out of the window
Brought back the souls of gladness
(Pre-Chorus)
Run, forsaken child, get out of what was shelter
And maybe we fall in love & laugh when the day's barely gone
He made us more and more complete
I call him a friend since first we drank from his faulty rain
We dreamt that we were just young boys
A zombie fell into the churchroom, verses and poems (?)
And all the girls felt pretty unfinished, crowned by the gold in their head
And (?) left holes in the dwelling, knowing that you had enough
And I remain inflamed by a fire, a sound that entertained us
Run, your rough guitar will always be in my head
I cannot let you fall
You (?)
You are the echo of my youth
Credits
Writer(s): Maik Knappe, Niko Knappe
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