
The Wave Herbert Grönemeyer
"The Wave" by Herbert Grönemeyer, released in 2002, is a #Pop song that explores themes of love, longing, and the emotional highs and lows of relationships. The lyrics convey a sense of connection and the ebb and flow of feelings. Musically, it features poignant melodies and Grönemeyer's distinctive voice, contributing to its emotional depth. The song resonates with listeners, reflecting universal experiences of love and connection.

Goodbye, my life will soon end
I know they'll all blame you
As for all the flowers I sent
You bastard, you let them die too!
When I'm dead how sorry you'll be
All that grief upon your plate
Then you'll have to make time for me
But, ha, ha!, by then you'll be too late
I see the headlines on the front page
'singer kills himself for love'
Think of all the hurt and outrage
It would cause in my fan club
Loading rocks into their purses
They will lay in wait for you
Cover you in spit and curses
It's your worst fears all coming true
Newspapers will pull apart
The poor excuses you gave
A million fans with broken hearts
Their tears will rain down on my grave
Your life will be hell from now on
Like a wave they'll all be coming at ya
In an angry human sea
A quick one upon your hotel room floor
Is all I'm wanting you for
Cost you too much to reject me
I know they'll all blame you
As for all the flowers I sent
You bastard, you let them die too!
When I'm dead how sorry you'll be
All that grief upon your plate
Then you'll have to make time for me
But, ha, ha!, by then you'll be too late
I see the headlines on the front page
'singer kills himself for love'
Think of all the hurt and outrage
It would cause in my fan club
Loading rocks into their purses
They will lay in wait for you
Cover you in spit and curses
It's your worst fears all coming true
Newspapers will pull apart
The poor excuses you gave
A million fans with broken hearts
Their tears will rain down on my grave
Your life will be hell from now on
Like a wave they'll all be coming at ya
In an angry human sea
A quick one upon your hotel room floor
Is all I'm wanting you for
Cost you too much to reject me
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