I just want to be able to one more time touch you Say boodbye, that I am sorry because I didn’t understand that you were my life and even more And I never know why I just watched as they simply shut your door
I was naive and when you said forever, I felt trust - as I poured myself out of the purest love and lust. Thought I’d meet you again But I was ignorant, so that was then
No matter how hard I seek, I never find you I just find idiots and I think that the memories of you must be made of glue Because I cannot push them aside Even when my ability to think clear has died
You where not all I had - but all for whom I really cared And I should keep the feeling of just the fact that you once shared your life with me, to make me just a little bit glad. But for all the times I made you sad I’m sorry and I wish I could go back to make it right But now our love’s dead, because I don’t think it just sleeps, honey; it’s not even night Now all my love is spent I don’t know where your love to me went. But I can’t feel it, I truly wish I just for one of all these weeks, months and oh, the all the lonely time that lies infront of me could. I wish I had that safe, naive, lovely feeling of “I feel almost too good”.
I swear, I could die for just the chance to be able to sleep beside you one last time.
In “Reversed Music Icons Fandom Project”, Brazilian designer Butcher Billy turned the chronology of rock idolism back to front and imagined the musical heroes wearing the logos of the bands influenced by their own legacy.