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With every passing day We are counting the moments That we have not lived in this cold room The life as we know it by now Is nothing but an echo that lingers on in This empty room Some things are meant to stay And some things just stay Because they‘re old Like this worn-out room So here we are in this unkind house Strangers to each other Captured in the silence of this cold room Brutal to show the prisoner windows Brutal to live a world of innuendos Brutal to fake another crooked moment How brutal to say let it go But in a book I read the words There are birds on pinions free Just like the sunlight in a wounded sky Something to break, something to build Something to gain, something to lose The world we know it will not be the same Build an island of our own SongtexteJust like birds on pinions free The view from this height Will not be the same This force of habit Sometimes is stronger than love Stronger than reason Black will never turn to white And all the leaves will keep on falling Through this endless cold And we got to remind ourselves We got to remind ourselves Someday all the doors will close and there‘s nowhere left to go (x3) But in a book I read the words There are birds on pinions free Just like the sunlight in a wounded sky Something to break, something to build Something to gain, something to lose The world we know it will not be the same Build an island of our own Just like birds on pinions free The view from this height Will not be the same Aus Songtexte Mania