Walking all alone
In a crowded street
People passing by as perfect strangers
Since you have been gone
I learned I never lived
Until I really nearly died
And now the carnival is over
And I feel just like a man without a name

Like a ship without a fool
Like a box without a tool
Like a clown without a joke
Like a night without a cloak
Like a forest without trees
Like a lover without Paris
Just like springtime without cherries

I am sure one day
I stop needing you
But I hear your laughter
With every fibre of my soul
You're winding chains of pain around my mind
While I'm going to where no one knows who I am
To places where you never were
And my heart's a lonely hunter
And I feel just like a gun for hire

Like a word wthout a wing
Like a ray without a sting
Like a look without an eye
Like a crook without a lie
Like a piano without keys
Just like honey without bees
It feels like springtime without cherries

Yes there's no denying
I see you everywhere
Since this summer of thousand Julys
You know, I sent you mails
From my extensive travels
Telling you that I'm feeling okay
But there's not enough in this world to impress you
Even if it was before my fucking lies

Like a ship without a fool...

Lyrics: Marian Gold
Music: Martin Lister, Marian Gold

Release history:

2020 03 23 · Online Release

Notes:

Written in Berlin, April 27, 2012
Demo recorded at Tempelton Studio, Berlin, June 23, 2012
Martin Lister: Keyboards and Bass
David Goodes: Guitar
Jakob Kiersch: Drums
Marian Gold: Vocals
First released as an MP3, 23rd March 2020