<< A Selection of Lyrics
High Windows
By John J Heartfield
If there were hard feelings
The airways sold it
Days we’re preyed upon
We hardly notice
For there are certain times in life
When certainty cuts like a knife
In mad regret for what’s to come
Staring at High Windows
One and One makes One
By John J Heartfield
If there were hard feelings
The airways sold it
Days we’re preyed upon
We hardly notice
For there are certain times in life
When certainty cuts like a knife
In mad regret for what’s to come
Staring at High Windows
One and One makes One
Yet one thing I know
Anger will go
And Love may often fade
What matters between
Those two extremes
Is the kind of mind that’s made
And locked inside one way
There’s always something to blame
With a wild desire to be heard
Staring at High Windows
Using Fewer Words
One thing I know
Memories go
And Dreams will often fade
What matters between
The imagined and seen
Is the kind of mind that’s made
If wanting’s responsible for pain
There always someone to blame
When days rage hard
From outside in
Staring at High Windows
Turning Gold to Tin
Staring at High Windows
Turning Gold to Tin