THE END IS NIGH - Retro Turkish March (Mozart 1783) Songtext
von Ridiculon

"I used to think laughing was an easy thing
A tiny silver bell that learned to ring
Now I haven′t left the house in a little while
Unread letters in a dusty pile
The End Is Nigh, my friend I will be brave
Pick up the pieces of a dream I save
I miss the sound of your voice
Inside my head tonight
Dropped my penny in the wishing well
Nice to have a friend in this burning hell Lazy eye and a crooked grin
Didn't have a heart ′till you let me in The End Is Nigh, my friend I will be brave
Pick up the pieces of a dream I save
I miss the sound of your voice Inside my head tonight
Leveled and twisted in the frozen ground
What kind of prison is the love I found?
Bones are falling like lemon drops Blood shooting out of
The chimney tops The End Is Nigh, my friend I will be brave
Pick up the pieces of a dream I save
I miss the sound of your voice Inside my head tonight
My head tonight"