Herbert Gr: Greenland

That was my cup that you smashed my yesterday drained away admit that you wouldn't like to live inside me today great expectations we had what hopes burned in our eyes but your sun illuminates the dead pan, where our dream fries the rosy clouds rush away, replaced with a growing rage the hand of promise takes the pen and writes nothing, on every page why do they all stare at me as if i came from the moon ? i'll sing to myself 'it'll be alright', a foolish song, without a tune i see no land i see no end there's no way out or in frustration fans the burning bands i want my home again you best hang on to your crash here let me help with the sack our matchmaking went badly wrong i'd ask for my money back you'll compromise me to death, i'll bow and bleat like a sheep so narrow minded is the bed we lay in, but never sleep warm welcome for the foreigners an arsonists bouquet of flames i know it's not a love match, but please try to play a friendly game come let's gather up the stars we'll share the gems, we'll share the task i'd let you drink from all my dreams and so much more, if you'd just ask he is not a beast of burden animal to work your farm don't hang him up, to bleed him dry don't snap his back or twist his arm you know that i'm your mirror self and just like you i cry, i break so if hell's kitchen we must work together, is how we'll bake i see no land i see no end there's no way out or in frustration fans the burning bands i feel bought and used, then binned i ask the way out from the faces disguised by masks of ice but no one, no one lends a hand i need respect to keep me living not a politician's porridge i feel alone and robbed who stole my land? that was my cup that you smashed my yesterday drained away give me a crumb of your tomorrow, give me a home give today give me a home where i can lay