Walking on air

Tell me when does it stop raining
Tell me why don't you feel the same
and why don't you stop complainting?
I got no reason to blame
'cause I'm walking on air

Did I dissapoint you,
or have I ever treat you wrong?
You said it would going better on your own
And that you're happier since youre gone.

God he knows, god I swear it will be better the next time
And I'll build up a bridge by stars,
which should be a highway to your heart and to your soul
and I will sing until I'm hoarse.

I look to this old oak next to my house,
hear how the birds whistle there.
I keep my head, every morning new, into the rays of our golden sun
Because nothing else remains to be done.

And the day will come, maybe real soon, when I don't lift a finger
To get a contest for your heed.
You'll not stir me up and I won't give a fuck
I'll seethe with anger nevermore
Because there is no love to seed