Daniel Schaumann

*you can download a demo recording of this song here

You don’t know intuition like the dark don’t know the sun
And what’s not known is fabricated firm
Trust my premonition of the hours having won
And settling in

A dormant revolution lies awaiting birth to come
But what’s not known is still fabricated firm
An evil eye, a parasite, my powers are overcome
And settling in

Lacking the days of karma
You bought the wine instead
How can you be happy with that cloud above your bed?
Packing the days to follow

With drips of congo red
Still I lie to satisfy that cloud above your bed
Lacking the days of karma
Lacking the days, and you’re a lucky girl

An instant satisfaction has been paid for one of loss
The doorway to your mind is through my steel
A doubtful superstition has refrained to bear the cost
And settles in

Lacking the days of karma
You bought the wine instead
How can you be happy with that cloud above your bed?

Packing the days to follow
With drips of congo red
Still I lie to satisfy that cloud above your bed

Lacking the days of karma
Lacking the days, and you’re a lucky girl

Lacking the days of karma
You bought the wine instead
How can you be happy with that cloud above your bed?

Packing the days to follow
With drips of congo red
Still I lie to satisfy that cloud above your bed

Lacking the days of karma
Shadow up ahead
The bat is blind but leaves behind a cloud above your bed

Lacking the days of karma
Feed them all instead
With your colossal power to your cloud above my bed

Lacking the days of karma
Lacking the days, and you’re a lucky girl

© 2010 Daniel Schaumann