Concrete heart

(Steffen Paasch/Stefanie Tettich 03.05.04)

I read the lines

that were not written for my eyes
heard your truth

listened to your favourite lies
you told me all about

your golden skies
but you never

never ask for mine

I found your concrete heart
packed in a plastic bag

next to your soul wrapped up

in a high glossy mag

I keep wearing my shoes

I draw my own lines

far away from yours

I saw you smiling at yourself

in a broken mirror on the floor

you burned down the ideals

we used to share before

sellout of the dreams

that I still adore

being the middle of the universe

is that what you’re living for?

I found your concrete heart
packed in a plastic bag

next to your soul

wrapped up in a high glossy mag

I keep wearing my shoes

I draw my own lines

I won’t

I won’t follow yours

I won’t follow yours

you love to see your face

large and in colour on screen

on a picture looking out of a

newspaper magazine

I keep wearing my shoes

draw my own lines

far away

far away from yours

I found your concrete heart
packed in a plastic bag

next to your soul

wrapped up in a high glossy mag

I keep wearing my shoes

I draw my own lines

I won’t

I won’t follow yours

I won’t follow yours

 June

(St. Tettich/St. Paasch)

One mornig in june

walking trough the rising sun

my eyes catch figures of clouds

and I find your eyes on my mouth

And Stef says 

let me taste your lips

and Stef says

there’s nothing against a kiss

and Stef says

we will live our life

and Stef says

ready, ready to fight

We can fulfil, we can make it true

we can follow our ideals

we play

we play the leading role

might no one believe in us

…mmmh no…

might no one will be there for us

but we are there

And Stef says 

let me taste your lips

and Stef says

there’s nothing against a kiss

and Stef says

we will live our life

and Stef says

ready, ready to fight

We are ready to fight

to fight in june

we are ready to fight

to fight, fight, fight

we are ready to fight

to fight, to fight, to fight

 Little poem

(Steffen Paasch/ Stefanie Tettich)

If I could change the world for you

If I could change someones point of view

If I could paint the sky for you

Instead of grey in deepest blue

In your soul I trust

In your love I get lost

In you…..

You offer me to rest

To put my punished little heart in your chest

You’re still running circles in my head

I’m still getting nervous when you’re upset

In your soul I trust

In your love I get lost

In you…..

If I could change the world for you

If I could change someones point of view

If I could paint the sky only for you

Instead of grey in deepest blue

In your soul I trust

In your love I get lost

In you…..