HunterS - Faux-Fire, Faux-Gold lyrics

Can't we care a bit more ‘bout innocence and bliss? So in times of trouble There'll be something else to do Other than counting scars On the *surface of the* earth… (We're all singing on minor keys Songs that cut us deep But still choking with our Own sincerity We're millions hanging From these lips Wishing and waiting To be…) Give me a bottle And I'll believe (in this) Grant me the world And I'll look at (the sky) Teach me some simple chords And I will do (my best) To try to reach your heart (We're all singing on minor keys Songs that cut us deep But still choking with our Own sincerity We're millions hanging From these lips Wishing and waiting To be…) (We're all singing on minor keys Songs that cut us deep But still choking with our Own sincerity We're millions hanging' From these lips Wishing and waiting To be…) …Something more than flesh & fear …Something more, something more