I saw Patrick last year in Dresden in a absolutely beautiful stage. It was 2h of absolutely pure and intimate beauty. He poured out his heart and soul to the audience. I ran into him while going to the location, but didn't really notice till a few minutes later. I love his whole appearence. He looks just the way his music sounds and his lyrics are written. Honest, still with a hint of secrets, its like a book, but with many layers you wont even decipher at the first glimpse. This man fascinates me. His music represents this in so many ways. A genius...
Far away from home And everyone I really know All at once I find I'm a stranger even to myself And like the snow that's falling I've never been so pure before Christiania, before I leave you You'll leave a mark on me I like the way you smile I like the way you try to hide And in my hardest moment I like the way you seem to read my mind And what would I not say To be in that room again If only for one moment That you would hold me In your tiny hand, and I might say Tomorrow I could find you, and you might take Something that I thought I could never give away If just to think I've something more to show And as I touch the sky I feel the space I've left behind So carry me back home Out on my own, I, like in a living dream And all the lights of London Are like a million reproachful eyes Tomorrow I'll be walking a different city Beneath a different sky And what would I not say If we were in that room again If only for one lifetime You would take me In your tiny hand, to a place Where I know that I can find you To a place, Where everything I've done and I've done has gone away If just to show me something I don't know
Most comments are about another person. I think about myself. I loved how I smiled. I would kill to be with myself ok that room again. Where I would take myself in my own tiny hands. And where I've done wrong went away...
