There is only one elephant,
In each room,
For every paying customer.

There is only one life
And so much things to get it wrong,
But do it right.

There is such thing as too much reality,
For us to face,
In which Halloweens come and go,
But the horror stays.

There is you,
There is me,
There are possibilities.

There's a bright side to everything,
Just find something,
And there will be a bright side.

There's a castle in the sky,
There's a sky, full of castles,
Which represents a big headache
For any aviation authority.

There's a comedy, looking into a bright future,
There's a tragedy, looking deep in the soul,
There's a mixe-up, looking mostly like me.

There's a lot of things,
Going through my heart,
It's a real highway.

There is always a bar downtown,
Where you go right after the dawn,
Until the dusk makes you free.

There's always a price to pay,
To freely go or to freely stay,
To be as it should or to be as it may.

There's always a reason
For a town,
Because people would like to stop
And get down.

There's always something
I do not know,
There's always something
I don't want to know,
There's always something
I will never know,
And there's always something
I can look up on the internet.

There's always something
With our souls.
I mean, we don't break legs
All that often.
But here we are,
With our constantly broken souls.

There's a pawn shop
At the next corner,
I went there this morning and asked,
Whether I could have my life back.

There's a rumour,
That some rumours
Better not be believed.

There is a time to look stupid,
It's a long time,
And it's only you, who can say "stop".

There's no bin
For the wasted time.

There's no force in the world
To prevent me from being stupid,
And that terrifies me at times
Into being clever.

There's no plan B,
But hey,
We are happy with no plan A.

There's no stopping, there's only hesitation and then going to a next level in the wrong direction.

There's nothing
And then not much,
That is my life,
As such.

There's nothing from yesterday left,
And today's by no means a theft,
As there's nothing from yesterday left.

There's nothing to worry about,
So you're saying, and repeating it loud,
Until I'm freaking out.

There's no time,
There's just this place,
There's only me,
For all this to face.

There's only one paradise
And one hell,
Because nothing is twice,
As far as I can tell.

There is only one thing,
That is certain and sure:
I will never be sure,
I will never be sure.

There's only one thing,
That I don't understand.
It's my life.

There's too much screaming,
There is not enough silence,
And the silence is spooky.

There was a light,
And at the end of this light
There was a tunnel.

There was a light,
There came a sound,
It was very deep
And so profound.

There was an end,
That had only one worry,
To find for itself some exciting story.

There was a secret room without any big cupboard in it.
For this reason, the room was angry and jealous of other, even less secret rooms with nice cupboards in them.

There was no last bus
To this station,
So they had to walk under stars,
Talking and laughing,
And making fuss,
Most beautiful fuss.

There will be a day,
And before, there will be a night,
As it should,
As it might.

There will be nothing -
A lot of times,
With a lot of thoughts
And sleepless nights.

There will be no words
Coming from my mouth,
I'll be silent like Buddha,
Who is having a nap.

There will be ****,
And the **** will happen,
And nice things will follow.

There will be summer,
With a lot of jazz
With the titles like "Summertime".

The right colour of day
Makes you dream,
Makes you want to stay
In this happy day.

The right place,
The right time,
The whole momentum
Is totally mine.

There is only one night
To forget one day,
Ther is only one light
For the darkness to go away,
And there is only one fight
To be able to sleep every night
And enjoy the beginning of day.

The room is oscillating,
Some books are on the table,
But the library is gone.

the rural part in me
wants to by this city
and to put some meadows around the downtown.

The screaming silence
Is reflecting
Upon me.

The shop is closed,
The bus left the station,
The people are lost
To the indoctrination.

The signs are bad,
The signs are good,
It's all depending on your mood.

The silence between us
Is getting between us.

The silence is not something bad,
The silence is not something scary,
The silence is making you wary
But helping to go to sleep.

the situation,
when it's easy to smile,
while impossible to laugh.

The situation is developing as we speak,
Instead of doing something about the situation.