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I dug a grave for the poet, asked: "Your final words?" He bit his own tongue. I built a home for the hermit, said: "Here, live inside." Then he locked me out. So I cursed his warm night as I slept outside. I asked a priest: "Where can a man find a decent meal?" He said: "Son, come inside." I asked a girl: "What is the nature of love?" She kissed me, then she began to cry. O, is it up for me to decide the way to live my life when all I know are all these things that I've been shown- and nothing satisfied me anymore! And if this is all and all is now: let those in need of rest lie down. But can I wait another day? A homeless man asked: "Oh boy, what kind of man are you?" I said: "I'm whatever the weather tells me to be!" Bummed him a cigarette and walked on by. Then he called me something I didn't recognize. SongtexteA good friend asked: "Oh, how can you be so distant?" "Man, I'm just inconsistent- I only know my path. How could I imagine yours?" But I'm still young enough to ask for more. I wrote a song for the Singer said: "Here, sing it loud!" He forgot the melody so I'll sing it now, and it goes: "We fall, we fall, we follow!" Aus Songtexte Mania