Figure eight Songtext
von Copperplate

Gone far away to the silent land
When you can, hold me by the hand
Share with me, the future you′ve planned
Remember me and you'll understand
With all things filled with lived intent
Places and names, where they were meant
Next to last, our tree house went
Should not have lied, it was evident

And I′m so sorry
I speak so slowly
Too passionate for me
Handled with loyalty
I'm truly sorry
I speak so slowly
Too passionate for me
Handled with tragedy


For every turn, I sealed my fate
For every wish, my dreams await
For every life, I illustrate
All in all, just a figure eight

And I'm so sorry
I speak so slowly
Too passionate for me
Handled with loyalty
I′m truly sorry
I speak so slowly
Too passionate for me
Handled with tragedy

And I′m so sorry
I speak so slowly
Too passionate for me
Handled with loyalty
I'm truly sorry
I speak so slowly
Too passionate for me
Handled with tragedy


And I′m so sorry
I speak so slowly
Too passionate for me
Handled with loyalty
I'm truly sorry