Dein Raum

How many pages does a blank sheet have?
How many corners must one think around for what one plans to work out?
I count the lines on the floor.
Everything moves in rhythm
And when I finally encounter you alive.
And you just stand around, then make room
Because I'm going my way and letting things happen as they do.
I do what comes to mind.
I look forward to what lies ahead of me.
I listen to music and just let go.
I give you this song.
You're in a good mood or not, time flies.
You let yourself drift. Everyone sees that you're going along.
It doesn't take much, just a little push.

Do you hear notes when they play? Can you feel melodies
When the music looks into your soul and suggests a mood?
Turn up the sound when it rocks you, your heart beats just the same.
Your place is your space, your head right where you live.

It doesn't matter what anyone says or thinks
It's not important when. And in what light you shine.
Many are visibly poor, doubting, thinking nothing is right.
One overlooks details when one doesn't understand.
That one falls silent when one doesn't communicate.

Many are so torn, don't see it so bitterly
Lean back and enjoy the time.
Many are so torn, don't see it so bitterly
Lean back and enjoy the time.

Do you hear notes when they play? Can you feel melodies
When the music looks into your soul and suggests a mood?
Turn up the sound when it rocks you, your heart beats just the same.
Your place is your space, your head right where you live.

Do you hear notes when they play? Can you feel melodies
When the music looks into your soul and suggests a mood?
Turn up the sound when it rocks you, your heart beats just the same.
Your place is your space, your head right where you live