Richard Corjanus - Slipping Out Of My Hands Lyrics

The mountains are too steep
The valleys are too deep
The Seagull gives you the hint
The land is eroded by the wind
I remember that you were cold
I was holding your hand
I found someone that I could understand
I met someone who is so sweet
Your standing in the flames and bear the heat
But you're slipping out of my hands
Like a dying batterie
in a powerplant
Slipping out of my hands
One day you will understand
I woke up with an image of you
In the rain
Like a portrait by Monet or
Paul Gauguin
Every line screams perfection
Under the paint
A secret interaction
But you're slipping out of my hands
Like religion in the renaissance
Slipping out of my hands
One day you will understand
The night gave birth to the day
I realized that I had to say it
And choose the hard way
Will it pass by quietly?
While my feelings die
Under the guillotine
What kind of world will I see?
Slipping out of my hands
I am dancing on quicksand
Slipping out of hands
One day you will understand
That you're slipping out of my hands
Like religion in the renaissance
Slipping out of my hands
One day you will understand

The mountains are too steep
The valleys are too deep
The Seagull gives you the hint
The land is eroded by the wind
I remember that you were cold
I was holding your hand
I found someone that I could understand
I met someone who is so sweet
Your standing in the flames and bear the heat
But you're slipping out of my hands
Like a dying batterie
in a powerplant
Slipping out of my hands
One day you will understand
I woke up with an image of you
In the rain
Like a portrait by Monet or
Paul Gauguin
Every line screams perfection
Under the paint
A secret interaction
But you're slipping out of my hands
Like religion in the renaissance
Slipping out of my hands
One day you will understand
The night gave birth to the day
I realized that I had to say it
And choose the hard way
Will it pass by quietly?
While my feelings die
Under the guillotine
What kind of world will I see?
Slipping out of my hands
I am dancing on quicksand
Slipping out of hands
One day you will understand
That you're slipping out of my hands
Like religion in the renaissance
Slipping out of my hands
One day you will understand