Lyrics
Ignore the hangman's call,
Guillotine is cleaned indeed,
But book-binders will never sleep.
Nor for you nor for me.
Hope is a concrete-dove, but hope is a dove.
Ignore the hourglass,
your sand is running out,
But putting it back is not allowed.
Nor for you nor for me.
Hope is a concrete-dove, but hope is a dove.
Hope is a concrete-dove, but hope is a dove.
Hope are the tracks for a train that never comes.
Hope is a concrete-dove, but hope is a dove.
Hope is houses for two if a coffin's for one.
Beware the writer's words,
When their meaning will be gone.
We tried to tame them with our cages and names.
If they are not said, they are not heard.
Hope is a concrete-dove, but hope is just a word.
Hope is a concrete-dove, but hope is a dove.
Hope is houses for two if a coffin's for one.
Hope is a dove.