Benny Hünersen:
I'm out of the grave, spider
Benny Hünersen:
Colours go and colours come
Benny Hünersen:
Sun comes up in the morning, and it shines that light around. One day without no warning, things start jumping up from the ground
Benny Hünersen:
I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow
Benny Hünersen:
Time will pass anyway
Benny Hünersen:
Still infatuated
Benny Hünersen:
Sunset is still my favourite colour
Benny Hünersen:
Just because they look the same, doesn't mean they have the same dreams.
Benny Hünersen:
Tyre on tire
Benny Hünersen:
Can´t keep my mind from the circling skies. Tongue tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
Benny Hünersen:
Only one way up