Here is some water for the dead tree... I see your reflection in the dirty water...
Dreams and aspirations Your ideals in the big sky 
Passionate Red 
The one I loved so much... 
Ideals being sweeter then candy are just ideals

Noone wants the present 

Point your finger Goodbye
I feel love on my forhead at gun point 
Even the child with the red coat swallows her tears as she faces reality

Why? Why? Over and Over 
It will never heal
Why? Why? Over and Over
My dead heart...

Love, tenderness, freedom and peace.