November’s gone, it’s been a while
and March may never come again,
it’s one step left to fill the distance
I wonder what it takes to fly and what it takes to fall,
toast and coffee in the morning
dining scarcely long past dusk
the perfect equation is what I’ve drawn on paper
life is square and love seems measured,
is this the leap one’s asked to take
when rains come cold in late December,
pouring wine and making pudding
all is white yet nothing to remember…
I’m a lover, I’m the Sun,
wondering reason and a question in the making
If I’m breathing tell me why
will I love you, will I be the One?
arms unveiled to the skin
when I’m walking do I ever sing?
I am slowly falling,
will you care to hold my hand
the words are all the same…
show me that you care,
steps towards the lightning
write me stories if you dare…
I’m a sinner, rolling in the dark,
feet cold no shoes I am drawing stars,
and the water in your eyes
wash my chest don’t say goodbye
my arms are growing feathers
we are angels nursing prayers in the night…
Rock and roll took my soul
this demon crawled inside and put fire to my bones,
it came hot like bad emotion
pressed hard, turned fast on the highway to the heart,
I find myself completely lost
Oh give me dear God a sharper sense to seize the danger!
drums are everything I hear
while dancing with a stranger the darkness feasts on fear,
where do my notes begin?
black tea once a Tuesday evening ended faster than it should,
I wonder if it really would
for sleeping on the music makes the lyrics fall in place…
…
It was late night September 33
moments after serving cake on candle light,
the groom got sparkles in his eye and everybody cheers –
we are dancing,
worlds apart we are never near
and messengers go back and forth with fear,
coming down from stars in purple dress
once burnt it turns to dust nonetheless…
It was two past midnight on September 33
I got a cab ride from the venue to my dreams
and glitter shines above the petrol park
while my best friend walks in tandem silently,
I would have lit a cigarette, would have drank some wine
but words was all I had and sent them all to you,
the page I turned was empty painted blue
and I became a stranger sailing through…
Un Jurnal Neverosimil 