Headless Times and Thoughtless Castles
In my old head, all day and all night
Dreams sleep on wooden floors
In bottom drawers, they try to hide
In silent rooms with yawning doors
And among them you find my well-worn words
Swords of golden rust
Like ghosts wrapped in white blankets
They leave traces in the dust
Let's steal the blankets from the ghosts
And cover every little thought
Start the Rolls, close the door, we are heading for
Headless times and thoughtless castles
I am out of wisdom, I am out of soul
I am out of beauty, I am out of goals
I am out of you, my love, I am out of you
When I have lost myself, you will have lost me too
Think of the broken yellow cupboard
Where I used to hide my love
The moths ate my tuxedo there
Now the truth wears socks and gloves
Tin cups filled with doubts in numerical order
My childhood strangled with a rubber band
I hope that I enjoyed the eight hour sleep
Between puberty and mid-life's end
Let's steal the blankets from the ghosts
And cover every little thought
Start the Rolls, close the door, we are heading for
Headless times and thoughtless castles
Cover all the mirrors, maids, cover all my words
Take every blanket you can find
Let the dust fall down tonight
On the white blankets in my mind
On the white blankets in my mind
On the white blankets in my mind
On the white blankets in my mind
Dreams sleep on wooden floors
In bottom drawers, they try to hide
In silent rooms with yawning doors
And among them you find my well-worn words
Swords of golden rust
Like ghosts wrapped in white blankets
They leave traces in the dust
Let's steal the blankets from the ghosts
And cover every little thought
Start the Rolls, close the door, we are heading for
Headless times and thoughtless castles
I am out of wisdom, I am out of soul
I am out of beauty, I am out of goals
I am out of you, my love, I am out of you
When I have lost myself, you will have lost me too
Think of the broken yellow cupboard
Where I used to hide my love
The moths ate my tuxedo there
Now the truth wears socks and gloves
Tin cups filled with doubts in numerical order
My childhood strangled with a rubber band
I hope that I enjoyed the eight hour sleep
Between puberty and mid-life's end
Let's steal the blankets from the ghosts
And cover every little thought
Start the Rolls, close the door, we are heading for
Headless times and thoughtless castles
Cover all the mirrors, maids, cover all my words
Take every blanket you can find
Let the dust fall down tonight
On the white blankets in my mind
On the white blankets in my mind
On the white blankets in my mind
On the white blankets in my mind
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Writer(s): Christian Wirrwitz
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