I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I must go on standing
I'm not my own, It's not my choice
The piano is not firewood yet
But the cold does get cold
So it soon might be that
I'll take it apart, call up my friends
And we'll warm up our hands by the fire
Don't look so shocked
Don't judge so harsh
You don't know
You are only spying
Everyone knows it's going to hurt
But at least we'll get hurt trying.
First there's lights out, then there's lock up.
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault for being timeless,
There's a price to pay and a consequence.
All the galleries, the museums:
"Here's your ticket, welcome to the tombs"
There just public mausoleums
The living dead fill every room.
But the most special are the most lonely,
God I pity the violins.
In glass coffins they keep coughing,
They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God
when they're starving or freezing or so very poor...
It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye
And we're trying to be faithful, but we're
Cheating, cheating, cheating.