Klaus Fluoride Opaque
It starts as an offer Some cash in a coffer A kindly intention for the day It goes on and goes on The ground is still frozen The springtime is still so far away In my dictionary The adjectives carry The same weight I try to push away The houses are numbered All pillaged and plundered Their tenants march slowly to the bay Tell me What are the songs that you would take (high mountain) Which old excuses would you make (high mountain) Tell me How many promises you'd break (high mountain) On the mountains of the moon If I were a guru I might try and fool you And tell you it all comes to an end But as you well know now The elements show how The injury's no worse than the mend Tell me How many ideas are at stake (high mountain) Tell me How many rivers build a lake (high mountain) Tell me How many times will your soul ache (high mountain) On the mountains of the moon Tell me Aare all the windows still opaque (high mountain) Tell me If it was cold would you still shake (high mountain) Tell me How many hearts will you break (high mountain) On the mountains of the moon Tell me If it was time would you still wake (high mountain) Tell me Which ten emotions would you fake (high mountain) Tell me How many friends will you forsake (high mountain) On the mountains of the moon ---------------------------------------------------------
