level 5

in the center of the sound she�ll travel

through the darkness of a spinning wheel
til her ears are slowly dying
in this velvet she can�t hear
and in the storm
that�s carryin� her

across the border
running upstairs
but she was always reaching level 5

opened chests are singing hymns of morning
it�s so strange to touch a sunbeam
with organs bare
she�s cutting out her heart
to enjoy the silence
and in the flesh of death
she�ll see no sin

across the border
running upstairs
but she was always reaching level 5

Words: vogeltanz 1995