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Nachtgedacht (12)

Then I'm dying in the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun,
torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike,
and I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell.
And the last thing I see is my heart, still beating,
breaking out of my body and flying away
like a bat out of hell.

Jim Steinman

Nachtgedacht (6)

BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth?
BOY: Yes.
GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth?
BOY: Yes.
GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws?
BOY: Yes.
GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger?
BOY: Yes.
GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger?
BOY: Yes.
GIRL: And will he starve without me?
BOY: Yes.
GIRL: And does he love me?
BOY: Yes.
GIRL: Yes.

BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
GIRL: Yes.
BOY: I bet you say that to all the boys.

Jim Steinman

Nachtgedacht (4)

It's better to fly
then to hold on shaky ground.
It's better to let your feelings die,
when they're holding you down.
I saw a long line of lonelyness
in the corner of his eye.
But I never did see William cry.

Alannah Myles

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