Some things just do not exist Hopeless and distant, we sway side to side In the twisting, I see myself Pixelated, construed, I am reaching out For something, for me to hold on to But I never do Failing, I never will And some days I'll be the evoked of

Dreamt of a doorway That opened to everything And I'm reaching towards it Drifting backwards Drawing the curtains Windows inside my head Maybe I'm only making mirrors

Light years away A million light years away Light years away, away, away The fire's burning Oh, I feel this love And I'm giving up 'Cause nothing left for me to say I'm reaching up 'Cause we're burning now

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from

Gott mit uns As we all stand united All together Gott mit uns From the old world's demise See an empire rise From the north reaching far Here we are Spent the night in formation To the battle we march in the dawn

Is this an over-reaching arm Or is this compassion? Is this a handout undeserved Or a just reparation? And like a single domino That falls while the rest stay vertical Will you fear these empty fairytales Or will you believe them? Come in, all of the cold

And I get caught up In the moonlight Reaching out for a rotten egg I don't wanna beg I hate to do this But you're a pain in the neck I thought you knew this You're handing me a canceled check You're so helpless

Fear - there's a way out Touch of red Nothing has it all Bury the place I've been I fear there's a way out Reaching depth of clarity I'm not supposed to be like this I should be on the top of the world

And let it wash away, wash away You tore the floorboards up And let the river rush in Not wash away, wash away We were reaching in the dark That summer in New York But it didn't hurt at all That summer in New York (wash away) And was it so far to fall?

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from