Magdaleine de Lioncourt - Puppenhaus lyrics

She’s a little Dresden doll from the attic upstairs Dressed in grandma’s clothes and brushes her bottle blonde hair And she tells me that the men in green tore apart her dollhouse They burnt the last known entries written to this Puppenhaus Cases of littles ones lost to these broken hands As they make their woeful journey to the Promised Land But anywhere must be bеtter than here Nothing morе must shed those sweetest tears Promise me that you’ll still love me, when the bombs come raining down Promise me that you’ll stay pragmatic, even when the soldiers patrol the town I told you a thousand times that it’ll be okay But you know I never really mean exactly what I say Forever little kids inside the tombs Of scared and nervous grown up girls and boys With eyes sewn shut, we’re fu*ked out of luck On the graves of our parents, we have moss for breakfast You’re so clueless, sprouting from the cracks of cement I can see your little head begin to break through And you call yourself disgusting, wishing you were a Bloodroot But I think that even weeds can be beautiful too Promise me that you’ll still love me, when the bombs come raining down (So let me die in your thin white arms tonight) Promise me that you’ll stay pragmatic, even when the soldiers patrol the town (Let me part from this place) I told you a thousand times that it’ll be okay (And everything I want to leave behind) But you know I never really mean exactly what I say (I told you a thousand times that I love you so, but God wants my soul to come back home)