
I burned my finger on a lie
I don’t know if it was yours or mine
looking at my finger
I now know
but it still hurts
after all these days
I burned my finger on a lie
I don’t know if it was yours or mine
looking at my finger
I now know
but it still hurts
after all these days
Even the brightest lights
dance on the tune of time
De river is still frozen I could cross it but she might wake though the silence calls on the other side the road I drive on is still not frozen
They say that the grass is always greener somewhere around the corner but how many corners are there to not end up where you are
I have a window outside for when I want to look outside for when I feel inside
I wouldn't mind
living
with myself
for a while
If I only could touch the warm water I see now I know how cold it is
Though you don’t throw a shadow over me you are still hanging suspiciously over me
I sanded away my sorrows and now I have to rip the paper away the machine did its work the paper is filled with dust I am not much lighter but it feels smooth
Memories surrounded by hills
and mountains
fed by waterfalls that bring
cold water
to slowly renew the fjord
a part of the sea
its salt conserves
the current not there
it was always there
and will be
The moon reflects in what it pulls like I do with you
I saw only your shadow above me and it was hard to see if you flew away or straight down into the ground towards me
You can shine a light on it
but why not three
and see the shadows
disappear
Do you ever wonder
what happens
in between the seconds
The best room in the house is often
the one you can see the furthest
I wonder what that is about
Last night somewhere somewhere in my dreams I stood on dry land a pier underwater I was waiting for the boat it seems without doors only when I turned around did I see the door open