Grey November Day
As far as I know
It was a grey November day,
in 1959 when it began
my mum used to wash
all my tears away
trying to protect her little son
I was supposed to be a doctor
I was supposed to be a man
who works hard for the government
hard 磘il the very end
I was supposed to be a banker
I was supposed to be a whore
then music came, heaven sent
became my only friend
my love and my helping hand
and it never let me down
it磗 been a long way
from that grey november, grey november day
磘il today
from that grey november day
then dad disappeared
I dried my mummy磗 tears
fought against my fears and lost my way
ten years ago
my daughter said: hello
hope started to grow
day by day
I was supposed to be a loser
I was supposed to be a clown
who drowned in the summer rain
jumped off the running train
I was supposed to be a popstar
I was supposed to be a jerk
Who doesn磘 know where he's coming from
a singer without a song
no clue how to get along
but they were all wrong
It磗 been a long way...
I was supposed to be a doctor
I was forced to heal myself
It felt good in the summer rain
Free and without a pain
I was supposed to be a loser
but I never lost myself
in this forest of memories
I started to climb the trees
Not a single one磗 too high
As far as I know
It was a grey november day
in 1959 when it began
I still dream of dad
Who sits next to the sun
And I hope he sees his son
Walk on
It was a grey November day,
in 1959 when it began
my mum used to wash
all my tears away
trying to protect her little son
I was supposed to be a doctor
I was supposed to be a man
who works hard for the government
hard 磘il the very end
I was supposed to be a banker
I was supposed to be a whore
then music came, heaven sent
became my only friend
my love and my helping hand
and it never let me down
it磗 been a long way
from that grey november, grey november day
磘il today
from that grey november day
then dad disappeared
I dried my mummy磗 tears
fought against my fears and lost my way
ten years ago
my daughter said: hello
hope started to grow
day by day
I was supposed to be a loser
I was supposed to be a clown
who drowned in the summer rain
jumped off the running train
I was supposed to be a popstar
I was supposed to be a jerk
Who doesn磘 know where he's coming from
a singer without a song
no clue how to get along
but they were all wrong
It磗 been a long way...
I was supposed to be a doctor
I was forced to heal myself
It felt good in the summer rain
Free and without a pain
I was supposed to be a loser
but I never lost myself
in this forest of memories
I started to climb the trees
Not a single one磗 too high
As far as I know
It was a grey november day
in 1959 when it began
I still dream of dad
Who sits next to the sun
And I hope he sees his son
Walk on
Credits
Writer(s): Thorsten Wingenfelder, Jens Krause, Kai-uwe Wingenfelder
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