Herbert Grönemeyer
Miscellaneous
State of Things
Inner circle, own world,
in a soap bubble,
free-floating and bright.
Intrinsic cosmos, it Nothing can happen,
The universe is us.
One breath, one dream, one vow.
Two hands in one, two steps a trace, two steps a trace.
State of affairs, a force.
Shimmering and rustling behind glass.
We are important, from you to here.
Arrival and departure, we are right in the middle.
Endless space,< br/>Perspectives made of gold,
on a wave, brought from the depths.
Eternal summer, reach times two,
restless desire, chained, not free.
Deep everything, euphoria ,
tenderly melancholic, criminal energy, criminal energy!

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