1. |
Stone Eyes [Radio Edit]
03:38
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Walking through the fire
don’t feel a thing
standing on a wire
it burns my skin
I can’t tell what’s real
and what’s a disguise
Every little step
I feel the fall
Statues in the street
they start to call
How can I see the world
with stone eyes?
Aaaaaaahhh bring me to life!
Sirens in the street
they call my name
take me to the church
of buried shame
the grave is just another place
where souls hide
How can I see the world
with stone eyes?
Aaaaah bring me to life
If I should die before I wake
Aaaaah bring me to life
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2. |
Don't Play Me
05:00
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The road narrows
but we are almost there
to get ourselves coffee
and a flat to share
With your eyes you say
baby - not just yet
and I slow down
Although I can’t tell you
how much I crave you
to be the one I come home to
I think it’s just not right for me
to be your maybe
Sugar I wanted you
to be on the same lane
but I doubt that anything
is ever going to make you
come my way
And I think we’re just not
on the same page
So leave me alone
I don’t need you to play me
Leave me alone
I don’t need you to play me
So I pull over
and stop the car right here
to get you out
and make this clear
With my pride I tell you
Baby - not anymore
And I look back
Although I can’t tell you…
Sugar I wanted you to be…
And as you tramp I’m on my way
Knowing that there’s gonna be a better day
Sugar I wanted you to be…
Sugar I wanted you.
I don’t need you to play me.
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3. |
If She'd Be Like You
03:17
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She’d be a shower
and a summer breeze
she’d hand me a tissue
when I had to sneeze
And her workouts would be killer
and no rockin’ would still her
And I’d go for her
not knowing the beast
She’d be nowhere to stop
nothing would keep her from me
she’d be very unlikely to please
We’d be a circus of lovers
who should be with others
but we would come for each other with feasts
If she’d be like you
I’d already know
that it’s gonna be sweet
but one day she’d leave
one day she’d leave
She’d stand in the doorway
with flowers and prints
and I’d always ignore the
difficulties hints
when all through the rain
she’d come just to stay
one more night before
the change of the winds—
If she’d be like you…
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4. |
Ripped Jeans
02:45
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The tent still smells of dew
I crawl out of smoke breath
I started to chew a gum
before we met
You have that perfect something
you’d be the rhythm of the blues
could you hold that cup for me
I’d like to come back to you
Ripped jeans, crushed dreams
and broken hearts
something to live on
when autumn starts
About what’s coming next
We haven’t talked as much
and before I could even say it
the dawn faded your touch
Ripped Jeans, crushed dreams
and broken hearts
something to live on
when autumn starts
Arte we just a draft
for a photograph
can we hold on long enough
for the flash?
Ripped jeans…
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5. |
The Early Girl
04:02
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I think we don’t need
to talk this over
you say for years
you’ve been sober
but - as we speak
you get addicted to me
It’s the way you wear
your hair down
and the way our eyes meet
why the early girl
will play the beat.
The tacts I play aren’t chosen wisely
You act like you are a sleeping beauty
and I take a picture of you coming to wake
It’s the way I tear your fears down
and the way I call again
why the earlier girl
will just be a friend
oooo-ohh
See I won’t wait too long
for you to respind
you say you like
to take your time
but as you do
please don’t mind me
to move on
From what I know so far
we’re not playing
open end
you might be such a pearl
but the late woman won’t catch the girl
ooo-oohh
It’s the way I tear your fears down
and the way our eyes meet
why the early girl will play the beat.
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Ines Herrmann Dresden, Germany
Acoustic Folk / Rock Songdesignerin
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