Besedila:
German

Have you been to the desert? Have you walked with the dead? There's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread And the figures don't lie

O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum Wie treu sind deine Blatter Du grunst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit, Nein, auch im Winter, wenn es schneit. O Tannenbaum, o

As He lay me down Where do I begin? So simply complicated The voice within I hear it singin' so clear Invisible like the sound of the wind We all know

Hold the milk, put back the sugar They are powerless to console We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes From our late friend's cereal bowl Breakfast Clubbers

Tuesday the third I'll call this entry 'Mistake' Cheap imitation My life feels like a fake A people person Some days people annoy me I'm growing edgy

Thumbs out on a desert road I am told, leads to nowhere Any shade is as good as the next If your shadow doesn't go there Week seven, did you really assume

One to another Do you remember me? I feel so small Well, are you listening tonight? So temporary The things that I have seen I ran so far Will you take

Be still and know He, know He is holy Be still and know He is God We have filled our lives with inventions That have hurried us nowhere fast Now we need

She's been dazed and induced Wants a part-time God for her private use But she won't take a stand 'Cause she might get tagged as a closet Jesus fan Sign