The Intersphere - Who Likes To Deal With Death? - Live Session

Pre-order our new album ’WANDERER’, out 26. May 2023! WANDERER TOUR 2023 . Munich – Kranhalle . Cologne – Club Volta (SOLD OUT) . Frankfurt – Nachtleben (SOLD OUT) . Hamburg – Bahnhof Pauli . Berlin – Maschinenhaus Tickets at 🎧 Listen to us on Spotify: Shop: Instagram: Facebook: TikTok: @the_intersphere Patreon: ▶ MUSIC music written by The Intersphere lyrics written by Christoph Hessler & Ben Galliers produced and mixed by Christoph Hessler and The Intersphere recorded by Christoph Hessler & Wolfgang Manns at Toolhouse Studios, Rotenburg a.d. Fulda ▶ VIDEO filmed by David Laplant & David Geib editing by David Laplant ▶ LYRICS: who likes to deal with death? What would a house be without those who live within? a fulfilled life without the feelings formed as a kid? if ever anybody gets to know me I’ll go back to the Unseen when mother’s heart beat in my chest careening conversations where I’ve long lost my head I’d better get along with everything I’ve never had so I built a house of bloomy daydreams So far away that I couldn’t see that mother’s heart still beats in my chest you’re longing for a way to come back to the place you love always been tryin’ to be washed ashore to find the one place to stay welcome to a new daylight take another chance to make it right jump in ..leave the doubts behind everytime I feel the wish that I could turn back time don’t dare to talk about things better left unsaid or is there anyone who likes to deal with death? I don’t even want to imagine Losing ground under my feet when mother’s heart stops beating in my chest no gods above will ever be able to feed my love I’ve always been trying to swim ashore to find a safe place on the coast ….when the world begins to shake… welcome to a new daylight take another chance to make it right jump in ..leave the fears behind… everytime I feel the wish that I could turn back time It’s the way of the world when there’s nothing left Everybody’s gonna have to deal with death…
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