This Teddy (my Tears)
Man sagt ja, dass Kunst aus Trauer entstehe. Hier das Resultat, wenn meiner einer am Boden liegt, den Kopf in das Kopfkissen gelegt, James Blunt hört und diese gewisse eine Person vermisst...
This Teddy (my Tears)
Im on my own
In this empty room
While eyes are staring down on me
Watching how my tears are flowing
The only one i feel
In my hands
Is a Teddybear
Just he tries to dry my tears
The ghosts in the corners
They ask me why i cry
I dont wanna answer them
Now i close my eyes and whisper your name
The only one
Who hears me
Is a Teddybear
Just he tries to fill this hole
The only one i feel
In my hands
Is a Teddybear
Just he tries to dry my tears
Im lying on the floor
My head lies on a pillow
And while im writing this
The Teddy tries to kill the loneliness in this room
The only one
I hear, see, feel
Is this Teddy
Your sister gave to me
The only one
I need, i live for
Is you, but youre not here
Just this Teddy is...
Im crying out
My tears
Im crying out
My Love
My love for you
For you...
The only one i feel
In my hands
Is a Teddybear
Just he tries to dry my tears
The only one i feel
In my heart
Is you
Just you can dry my tears
Just because of you im still crying
Just because of you im sill living
