Weisse Tauben (Live) - Milow

(Na-na, na-na, na-na-na) (Na-na, na-na, na-na-na) Die Wut steht in der Tiefgarage Und wartet drauf, dass ich sie fahre Es kann nicht sein, dass du mehr als ich weißt Und du parkst mitten auf der Siegerstraße Es wär normal, ich fahr in dich rein Oder wir jagen uns wie Hunde im Kreis Aber ich hab was Bessres vor, verschluck mein letztes Wort Ich verlass das Fort und weißt du was? Ich bin d'accord, mh Zieh die weißen Fahnen hoch, okay Diesen Fight hab ich verlor'n, tut gar nicht weh Steh dem Universum nicht im Weg Na-na-na-na, keine Heartaches Zieh die weißen Fahnen hoch, okay Diesen Fight hab ich verlor'n, tut gar nicht weh Steh dem Universum nicht im Weg Na-na-na-na, keine Heartaches Na-na-na-na, keine Heartaches (Na-na, na-na, na-na-na) (Na-na, na-na, na-na-na) (Na-na, na-na, na-na-na) (Na-na, na-na, na-na-na) ey Ich schalt den Autopilot ab, wach auf aus der Hypnose Es lebt sich leicht, wenn man weiß, dass man ein Idiot ist Es gibt kein Battle für dich, ich muss leider los, weil Über meinem Ich muss die Freiheit grenzenlos sein Mh, ich lass es jetzt so Ich wasch die Kriegsbemalung ab, das Wasser wird rot Wir spar'n die Energie für 'n Kampf, der sich lohnt Hier gibt es keinen Sieg, nur ein'n Toast auf die Kapitulation, hey Zieh die weißen Fahnen hoch, okay Dieser Fight ist jetzt vorbei, tut gar nicht weh Steh dem Universum nicht im Weg Na-na-na-na, keine Heartaches Zieh die weißen Fahnen hoch, okay (na-na) Diesen Fight hab ich verlor'n, tut gar nicht weh (na-na) Steh dem Universum nicht im Weg (na-na) Na-na-na-na, keine Heartaches (na-na) Na-na-na-na, keine Heartaches Das Ego k. o. Nicht mehr auf Autopilot Wasch die Kriegsbemalung ab Das Wasser wird rot, rot Zieh die weißen Fahnen hoch, okay Dieser Fight ist jetzt vorbei, tut gar nicht weh Steh dem Universum nicht im Weg Na-na-na-na, keine Heartaches Zieh die weißen Fahnen hoch, okay (na-na) Diesen Fight hab ich verlor'n, tut gar nicht weh (na-na) Steh dem Universum nicht im Weg (na-na) Na-na-na-na, keine Heartaches (na-na)

I'm Peter van der Hold I'm 68 years old I doubt some questions have increased In 42 years of being a priest I'm at the end of my life I'm not sure if I'm gonna survive I often don't know what to say When I talk to Him, when I pray In reply I receive Only silence, no relief I've waited in vain for a little advice From that great voice in the ethereal skies Once I was revolutionary A devoted mercenary A gifted student in God's hands Now I'm old and sick of his demands I tried to be honest and good Did my job the best I could But I always stayed that average man Right in the spot where I'll began During the grief with which I've dealt Spent three decades since I've felt The certainty I so have thought 'bout the existence of the Lord I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I'll give him to my perish Things I don't have myself but cherish And namely love and charity Mostly purpose that's what sets you free So I'm where the metaphore I'm not comforting anymore I think I'm almost done with my search Got old so fast even in my church But feels as if I'm kept out Some sort of secret about The meaning of life sometimes Can't fail to notice these are mediocre types I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago And time has made me good at one thing And horrible at everything else The blessings of a world divine Were always elsewhere and never mine Oh, I would like to hold someone Briefly maybe have some fun My body's hardly designed So I'm not really the hugging kind Not once has it been Someone with a softer skin Who reached out for me in the middle of the night 'Cause my own lumpy mattress would've turn on the light I think I've been miscast And the time of saints is passed My faith is reclassed but not least After 42 years of being a priest The church is like a woman Thing out of reach like a vision She glimmers in the distance which I could never quite get Now I've left you with my regret I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago It's my portion, it's my call... It's my portion, it's my call...

It's in taxis it's on trains In airports hopping planes The silence moving on contains It's in all the in-betweens In the day to day routines In over 15 million dreams It's in trying to close the door It's never gonna stop It's in how you're looking for A way to make it stop It's in missing someone more It's never gonna stop No it's never gonna stop It's like trying to fly trapeze Like has-beens gonna-bes Ill at ease and hard to please It's how Paris how Cologne How even Zurich feels outgrown It's in the way you could have known Can you make some room for me Can you make some room for me It's in trying to close the door it's never gonna stop I miss you even more and it's never gonna stop