Precious Things Songtext
von Karl Jannuska

Grey skies tarnish me with
Acid rain
War-torn TV screens
Life is vain

Crowded shopping malls
Make me scream
Whiskey, Lexomil
Help me dream, of
Precious Things
Money brings

Savage daily grind
Earn my keep
Bloodshot, bleary eyes are
What I reap


Happiness
What is this?
Help me see
Through Misery

Old man′s weary eyes
Look at me
Through the Sunday news
On his knee

Tender words, I
Seldom heard
Busy ears
Missed my tears

Wrinkled smile beams
Radiant warmth
Eyes cry innocence
Hope is born

Precious Things
That I bring are
Words of gold
Fondly told