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Here She Comes

Creepy silence, views recalled.
When the dream turns lucid,
you can feel it all.
It's the director's cut,
out of scenes that I shot,
in fifty frames per second.
Favourite sound when she talked,
upon water she walked.
Love has been a colourful surround.

Here she comes,
she's been my sun's cruelest beauty.
Here she comes,
blows disease into my mind,
here she comes.

Seen her lately, links unplugged.
She's a stranger to me,
givin' empty hugs.
Now the picture we're in,
where the acting begins,
shows my own b-movie.
So it's bitter insight,
how she changed her mind.
Love has been a colourful surround.

Once she meant home to my hands and my soul,
it's incised.
Once she meant home to my hands and my soul
it's a ghostwrite.

Written by Oliver Kreyssig, Heiko Maile and Marcus Meyn