Words & Music |
by B. Blanke |
Cello |
by Friederike Ortland, |
Piano & Saxophone |
by Christine Kienert, |
Lead vocals & all other instruments |
by Lothlorien |
Artwork |
by Marlies Curth |
Don't ask
Don't ask me where I come from,
The ghosts of the past still wandering through my dark.
Don't ask me what I left behind
On that playground of the broken hearts.
There are still these burning scars.
It seems that those I tried to love
I hurt the most,
I tried to bring them luck,
But it seems I always brought them down.
Who wasted you that much?
Don't ask me what I'm looking for,
Maybe I've been searching for life,
Now I even lost the colours inside.
Don't ask me what I believe in,
The heroes are fleeting away,
The signs on the wall are getting pale,
The saints I followed once,
offer for sale their visions now,
Now my mind's diffused
And it seems I'm standing without beliefs
I lost my dreams.
Don't ask me where I'm going
I lost sight of my aim
And every path seems to lead into pain.
Don't ask me who I am
I'm just the shadow of that man I used to be
There's an emtiness and a storm rages inside,
Something drives me further
But it seems like a great escape,
I lost my dreams.