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. Click  HERE  to get quick access to all songs previously published on the blog. 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