Like Lovers کے بول

Once we learned to speak we learned to fail We turned white and cold Like lovers A frozen heart, a flaming sword, a thousand fathers dead In solitude we bathe Like lovers Compromise! Compromise! (dies ist keine richtung) Compromise! Compromise is not possible In the hour of the wolf we learned to falter In a tired dance Like lovers (...) And hidden gods wait and watch The daughters of the land In the purple fields of war Like lovers Compromise! Compromise! (dies ist keine richtung) Compromise! Compromise is not possible Dies ist keine richtung Nur reine bewegung