Torn Apart

At this place they called it Aoibhinn
this is where I, I was living
restlessness chases me around
even in this land of wind and cold

Where you can't escape the distraction
nevertheless I can't get the satisfaction
I'm still looking for greater sense and feeling
for someone who knows what I'm meaning

Used to be a rationalist
one part remains calm
of a heart that badly needs
a lyrical and subtle home

Used to be torn apart
by intrigant measure
but I just would care
about every new pleasure

Used to be a rationalist
one part remains calm
of a heart that badly needs
a lyrical and subtle home

Used to be torn apart
by intrigant measure
but I just would care
about every new pleasure



Credits
Writer(s): Johannes Reinhold Stabel
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