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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

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