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Dear Future Me

By: Danny Power

Created: March 25, 2015 | Updated: March 27, 2016

Genre : General

Language : English

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-Wunderlander-

Verse 1:

Tick, tack, tick, tack, geht die Uhr. (Tick, tock, tick, tock goes the clock.)
Wenn die Hände schlagen ​ein, wir alle fallen. (When the hands strike one, we all fall down.)
Tick, tack, tick, tack geht meine Uhr. (Tick, tock, tick, tock goes my clock.)
Wenn die Hände schlagen zwei, wir alle aufstehen. (When the hands strike two, we all rise up.)

Trinken, trinken, zeit für Tee. (Drink up, drink up, time for tea.)
Würdest du die Partei mit mir? (Would you care to join the party with me?)
Es ist nicht nur mir. es ist nicht nur Sie. (It's not just me. it's not just you.)
Trinken, trinken, Liebling. (Drink up, drink up sweetie.)

Chorus:

Tick, tack, tick, tack, werden wir laufen? (Tick, tock, tick, tock, will we run?)
Laufen weg von Wunderland? (Run away from Wonderland?)
Trinken, trinken, jeder ist zu beobachten, (Drink up, drink up, everyone's watching,)
beobachtet uns, bis wir zu knacken. (Watching us until we crack.)

Verse 2:

Tick, tack, tick, tack geht unsere Uhr. (Tick, tock, tick, tock goes our clock.)
Wenn die Hände schlug drei, lassen wir, lassen wir. (When the hand hits three, let's leave, let's leave.)
Tick, tack, tick, tack kaputte Uhr. (Tick, tock, tick, tock broken clock.)
Die Hände schlägt vier, mehr Tee, mehr Tee. (The hands strikes four, more tea, more tea.)

Oh, es ist sehr magisch. (Oh, it's very magical.)
Oh, es ist sehr tragisch. (Oh, it's very tragic.)
Bitte lass mich nicht fallen. ( Please don't let me fall.)
Wir können alles gewinnen. (We can win it all.)

Chorus:

Tick, tack, tick, tack, werden wir laufen? (Tick, tock, tick, tock, will we run?)
Laufen weg von Wunderland? (Run away from Wonderland?)
Trinken, trinken, jeder ist zu beobachten, (Drink up, drink up, everyone's watching,)
beobachtet uns, bis wir zu knacken. (Watching us until we crack.)

Verse 3:

Was die Sache? (What is the matter?)
Sie sind ein Wunderlander! (You are a Wonderlander!)
Was die Sache? (What is the matter?)
"Trinken Sie mich" bitte? ("Drink me" please?)

Oh, es ist sehr magisch. (Oh, it's very magical.)
Oh, es ist sehr tragisch. (Oh, it's very tragic.)
Bitte lass mich nicht fallen. ( Please don't let me fall.)
Wir können alles gewinnen. (We can win it all.)
 

Chorus:

Tick, tack, tick, tack, werden wir laufen? (Tick, tock, tick, tock, will we run?)
Laufen weg von Wunderland? (Run away from Wonderland?)
Trinken, trinken, jeder ist zu beobachten, (Drink up, drink up, everyone's watching,)
beobachtet uns, bis wir zu knacken. (Watching us until we crack.)


 

-Platonic-

Verse 1:

" All I see, all I seem to see,
Is the way that you and me,
Seem to fit so perfectly, hand in fractured hand.

All I see, yes all I truly see,
Is you and me.
Wrapped in the issues that we stand on." 

"You met me, when I was down and out,
when I could barely stand at all.
You made me stand so tall.

And when you see me, you make the room light up.
I always seem to risk it all, for a quick glance, for a last chance..."

Chorus:
" I love you, I love our platonic mess.
I love our platonic dress,
made together and worn by you.

I love you, how we seem to see eye to eye,
Without ever asking why,
"You get me."
And I only hope you get what you deserve."

"Verse 2"

"All I need, all I truly need,
Is the way you always remind me,
that I will find someone someday.

All you need, all you really need,
Is that friend who makes it count. 
And you really make me count.

You met me, when I felt so frail and small,
Yet your words removed it all,
No fall.
And when I see you, after all that we've been through,
No matter what I seem to do,
I seem happy..."

Chorus:

"I love you, I love our platonic mess.
I love our platonic dress.
Made together, worn by you.
I love you, how we seem to see eye to eye,
Without ever asking why.
"You see me"
When I'm not used to be seen. "

Verse 3:

"I came from a dark place, always saved face.
(But you made me feel so tall.)
Played with the knife, made it my saving grace.
(But you made me throw it all away.)
I felt so low, with nowhere to go.
(But you seemed to risk it all.)
For me. You did this all for me..."

Chorus:

"I love you, I love our platonic dress.
I love our platonic mess.
Made together, solved by you.
Oh I love you, Without ever asking why,
We always see eye to eye.
"You get me."
"And I get you."
"And anyone would be a fool to leave you..."





 





 






 






 

 




 



 






 

Reviews (1)


  • D.M. Gergen

    Profound Quiet has a knack of creating short, quick reads that are overall pretty good. Despite little detail or descriptions the reader gets a clear view of the scene the author is painting. My only complaint is in this story featuring a child, the author portrays someone who is too young to understand death yet old enough to compose a complex letter.

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    September 20, 2013 Flag


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