ontdekbewijs

As howling shadows glaring in the dark Are all the thoughts here, hiding in my mind And wheter they will do or do not mark They simply just adjust to what is lined And I'm not sure yet what I mean to say But maybe it's a sign of what's inside I speak of things that are or aren't okay: the paths that all the wolves have tried 'Cause good and bad are hard to tell apart But maybe it's a change if I'd just start

The leaves are falling gently off my shoulders that remind me of the moments I've been through Those days and times have certainly been true but gave me a lot more than I could get And while the wind helps trees to shiver off a water source is about the be found Just try to listen, beneath all that sound of breaking, bursting, you'll find my voice, soft But after all this time of noise I grew and yes, it has something to do with you

I'm completely torn away by the cold in the air the cold in my spirit which feels tired and old Though those eyes coloured in the lightest blue make me search for your heart which feels warm and gold

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

As soon as the sun shines down it changes all things In the dark and blue shadows you are a beast Hunting on the imaginaries that try to take our minds Sending them back while barking their lust into fear Your eyes turn from black and wild into yellow and full of hope Praising the lights for their return and searching beneath the ground in my sight And yes I know you will always be free and of the dark but you won't lose me

Like how the sun catches the birds flying fiercly against the cold grey of everchanging surroundings That's how you catch my mind that's full of questions against the blinding lights of all other things

De kus die je me gaf op de avond toen het altijd avond zou blijven op mijn lippen voel ik nog branden in mijn hoofd in mijn handen De hand die streek over mijn haar dat opeens zo lang was en als fluweel voel ik nog strelen over mijn armen over mijn benen De blik met lichte spikkeltjes in de donkere ogen die leken op het groenste wild en de ruigste zee voel ik nog vuren door mijn ogen door mijn gedachten