Aerzte, Die - Der Misanthrop lyrics

A soft breeze with the slippery concrete black and full of

muddy slush, contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung

on a tunnel of silent shivering trees (the ones you said you'd

like to be), and the birds that screamed at the sun now buried

deep down below the ground, beneath the snow, I press my

shoulder to this wall between us. I know you are behind me

but I press my shoulder to this wall, determined not to turn

around. I know I'll see you standing, still that statue that I

molded in my mind to kiss, so beautiful you'll never move

again. Someplace far away, at some sad table littered with

bad light, with chipped plates, in 48 frames from a movie on

the cutting room floor, you said "True meaning would be

dying with you", and though I wanted to, I did not smile. But

now I will give up on this wall that we have fought with, never

uncover meaning behind our rich words. If I could I would

make you a raging river, with angry rapids, supplied with

rain, so you could always meander and forever be able to run

away without contending with myths wrongly interpreted with

pain. A harsh wind