Ira (Germany) - A Drop of Irony lyrics

Some kind of isolation is growing in your head Another common conversation needs to be fed Where gods hide themselves Where angels live in cells This is a strange place I yelled before I fell The trees spread their legs The snowman comes alive Let god know how it is To live a life A drop of irony Is a glimpse of hope Everything changes Everything stays the same Everything;s in bloom and grows Everything goes to hell A taste of life Is a glimpse of hope The trees spread their legs The snowman comes alive The night is full of lights/dreams/noise The asphalt becomes gra**