My Healing

 Lately, while throwing old stuff away I came across a small staple of papers that should have been filed under CREAMVIII ("filed"!! ha!) but were lost between some old invoices and magazines. This was all stuff that had not been incorporated into Wintertime.

This is an unnamed lyric sheet.

My Healing, it is called now.

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As I fumbled around in these sane directions
Towards endless pleasures in a cyanide car
As I strolled along some other complexions
Fühlte ich Dich so tief, fühlte ich Dich so nah
So nah

Hey, hey, hey
You are my healing
Hey, hey, hey
Black rain my day
Hey, hey, hey
You are my healing
Hey, hey, hey
You are my prey

Und wenn ich viel hunderttausend Tode sterben werde
Und wenn ich dann am Ende unendlich in dir vergeh'
Dann weiss ich, du solltest doch mein  mein Heil sein
Meine letzte Erlösung und mein letzter Weg
Mein Weg

Hey, hey, hey
You are my healing
Hey, hey, hey
Black rain my day
Hey, hey, hey
You are my healing
Hey, hey, hey
You are my prey

C&P by Boris Brosowski 2002-2024