leaning on the ceiling

Just as if the woods turn grey and dark

appears a warm sparkle in my hand

and everything seems to be

broken and made

confusing thoughts and

everyhting's leaning

on the ceiling

and it's noticeable

how the words in my head

trade with time

and have a game

which all leads to

the perfect solution

of how I'm just a child

lost in the woods grown by

my own attempts of

trying to understand

Comments

About war

When all the things you tried to think were good have suddenly become the source of fear, then at the very place where you first stood has someone dropped an unforgivenlly tear. And on the ground where those now lit the lights I'm standing still but without things to know 'Cause we all be and go just like the tides and can not say: Oh time, I miss you so. Yes, everyhting has changed and not a sign of knowledge here is to be claimed as mine.

~ lees verder ~

Ought to kill

If I'm ever ought to kill I'd love to kill some time with you

~ lees verder ~

In this place - a song

Holding on, in this place under the sun It will be soon, in this place under the moon Open cards, in this place under the stars where planets falling as we shoot them in the heart stay at your guard

~ lees verder ~

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