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Stop.
It’s 3:15
You have one minute.
Are you ready?

Now think of all things created
Think of those that you care for
Think of what you ve been blessed with
And everything that makes you afraid

Wish for anything
Let yourself dream
Wish for things to get better
Until 3:16

There s a stone in my garden that keeps me committed
And close to the ground when I feel I should run
There s a branch in my window that helps me remember
To reach out my arms and touch the sun..

There are two million ants that live in my sidewalk
Working together to nurture and feed
And the old TV set, with the sad evening news
So I never forget how much love we need

Home-made religion
(In my kitchen)
Home-made religion..

Think of how you ve been feeling
And how you ve made others feel
Think of what you ve been given
And what you need to heal

Wish for anything..
Try to keep still
Wish for things to get better
And maybe they will

There’s a plant in the corner that helps me remember
All of the beauty that grows from a seed
And the old TV set, with the sad evening news
So I never forget how much love we need

Home-made religion
(In my kitchen)
Home-made religion..

Stop.

You re selling it in pieces,
You re trying too hard not to see it.
Wide eyes stare out at you,
You hold it and grow it and just for a moment you show it,
Wide eyes stare out at you

I wanted it,...

In between us
Good and evil wait
To lie beside us
In our bed we make

In between us
Caution never heeds
We prey on weakness
Then beg for sympathy

In between words
Silence parades so confusion is heard
Our voices afraid
To speak up and reassure
So in between...

Why don t you go?
why don t you go?
why don t you go?
why don t you go?
why don t you go?

Kick your ass and like it now that i know you re in my hands
kick your ass and like it now that i know you re in my hands
treated me...

Sur les cendres
Allongée
Et chercher
À comprendre
M endormir
Assommée
M interdire
De t attendre

Je ne sais plus rêver
J ai les yeux abîmés
De t avoir trop aimé
Je ne sais plus rêver
Je...

Das lied vom einsamen madchen
Sie herzte sanft ihr Spielzeug
Bevor sie es zerbrach
Und hatte eine Sehnsucht
Und wußte nicht wonach

Weil sie einsam war
Und so blond ihr Haar
Und ihr Mund so rot wie Wein
Und wer von diesem Wein trank
Konnt nie mehr glücklich sein

Doch einer sprach im Frühling:
Auch Du fühlst Lust und Schmerz
Und...