ontdekbewijs

What if the ideas in my head would just flicker on like the lamps in the street when the dark has begun And the lightbulb in the room If I'd screw it a little tighter would the thoughts in my eyes flash a little brighter It's only time It's only faith

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.

Ik kijk toe met gesloten ogen hoe je snel je handen dichtslaat Hoe je ogen de waarheid vertellen als je haar voelt tintelen op je huid in de kooi die je net hebt gemaakt Je luistert, concentreert Kijkt plots op en toont trots en met geluk dat je nu eindelijk begrijpt wat mijn gedachte wilde vertellen

The temptation of desire that makes us feel the way we do is nothing more than just a liar but we haven't got a clue

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

I know now that it's hard It's hard to turn things around To bend them back the way they were Folded paper spoken words scrachted paintings refind thoughts The way we look at people doesn't contain just the people but I wonder if it contains you and me Does the glass between us suddenly have a scratch? Or is that only on my side of the window? I hope maybe we can bend it just enough without letting it break

De eerste lichtjes in het gras geven het wit van mijn vacht een donkere kleur Maar met trots mag ik wel zeggen schrijd ik door de blaadjes die mijn weg anders willen banen Halfdichte ogen wakende oren in de gele gloed van de koele uren Ben ik het monster van de ochtend ze is alleen van mij maar wacht komt daar opeens de man