Wann immer der Vollmond wieder scheint, sollte ich mich fragen, wie verrückt ich eigentlich bin. Doch ich wusste schon immer, was mein Wahnsinn ist und was der der Andern. Ganz besonders klar schien mir das im Zug nach Long Island zu sein. Ich bin nicht wahnsinnig, unsere Liebe ist nicht verrückt, unsere Geschichte aber sehr. Der Vollmond lächelt mir jedesmal zu und flüstert mir von dir, meine Muse.
Madness == Muse
I... I can't get this memories out of my mind.
And some kind of Madness,
Has started to evolve, mmn.
And I... I tried so hard to let you go.
But some kind of Madness,
Is swallowing me whole, yeh.
I have finally seen the light.
And I... have finally realized.
What you mean...
And now, I need to know if it's real love.
Or is it just Madness,
Keeping us afloat, mmm.
And when I look back, at all the crazy fights we have,
Like some kind of M-m-madness,
Was taking control, yeh.
And now I have finally seen the light,
And I... have finally realized,
What you need, mmm.
And now I have finally seen the end,
(I have seen the end)
And I'm... I'm expecting you to care,
(Expecting you to care)
And I... have finally seen the light,
(Have finally seen the light)
And I... have finally realized,
(Realized)
I NEED TO LOVE
Capture me,
Trust in your dream,
Come on and rescue me.
Yes, I know, I can't move on,
Baby, you're too head-strong.
Our love is...
Liebe ist keine psychische Störung. Noch nicht...
Dazu aber mehr im nächsten Post.