| Song | Darksomely |
| Artist | Stillste Stund |
| Album | Blendwerk Antikunst |
| Everytime we meet, | |
| It makes me feel so cold. | |
| A shiver runs down my spine | |
| And hits the core of my soul. | |
| Though you also let me hear, let me hear the sirens call. | |
| And those infatuating voices | |
| Seem to be worth dying for | |
| I´m just about to break | |
| I´m just about to fake | |
| Im darksomely addicted to this, | |
| Darksomely - for a moment of bliss. | |
| It´s not worth it from my very own point of view | |
| To exchange a dream for what they call truth. (To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth.) | |
| Everytime we part | |
| It makes me feel so sick. | |
| There´s nothing left but pain inside | |
| And a dark shade in my head. | |
| For you let me see, | |
| Let me see through closed eyes. | |
| And those incredible images | |
| Seem to compensate for all life´s lies ... | |
| You give me something easy | |
| That I can complicate | |
| You give me something beautiful | |
| That I can destroy and hate | |
| And if it feels this good | |
| It must be the perfect dream | |
| Found far beyond despair | |
| Hardly noticed behind the scenes. | |
| Im darksomely addicted to this | |
| Just for a brief moment of bliss. | |
| It´s not worth it from my very own point of view | |
| To exchange a dream for what they call truth. (To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth.) |
| Everytime we meet, | |
| It makes me feel so cold. | |
| A shiver runs down my spine | |
| And hits the core of my soul. | |
| Though you also let me hear, let me hear the sirens call. | |
| And those infatuating voices | |
| Seem to be worth dying for | |
| I m just about to break | |
| I m just about to fake | |
| Im darksomely addicted to this, | |
| Darksomely for a moment of bliss. | |
| It s not worth it from my very own point of view | |
| To exchange a dream for what they call truth. To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth. | |
| Everytime we part | |
| It makes me feel so sick. | |
| There s nothing left but pain inside | |
| And a dark shade in my head. | |
| For you let me see, | |
| Let me see through closed eyes. | |
| And those incredible images | |
| Seem to compensate for all life s lies ... | |
| You give me something easy | |
| That I can complicate | |
| You give me something beautiful | |
| That I can destroy and hate | |
| And if it feels this good | |
| It must be the perfect dream | |
| Found far beyond despair | |
| Hardly noticed behind the scenes. | |
| Im darksomely addicted to this | |
| Just for a brief moment of bliss. | |
| It s not worth it from my very own point of view | |
| To exchange a dream for what they call truth. To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth. |