From Above - Viktoria Tolstoy

Done it all still, he´d done nothin´at all

The sweet — lovin´ great pretender

Got his name on the wall.

And a refill- filled

with nothing at all

the way- simply to surrender

swallow hard stand tall.

Now he´s — in a different place

Sees a different face

As he sees himself from above.

Had it all still- he had nothin´ at all

The mad- charmin´ big ole spender

always livin´ a ball.

Headin´ downhill- straight up hittin´ the wall

still fate was his main contender

-his reality call.

Now he´s — in a different place

Sees a different face

As he sees himself from above.

Seen it all still, he´d seen nothing at all

until- evening of November

thru the colors of fall

Like a spine chill- all what he can recall

insane- all he will remember

is the magic of all…

Now he´s — in a different place

Sees a different face

As he sees himself

Now he´s — in a different place

Sees a different face

As he sees himself from above