|
Little owls bring me messages |
|
Transparent envelopes |
|
Given by black daisies |
|
and through enormous telescopes |
|
Addressed the white crow |
|
Sent it out |
|
Was it meant to get to me? |
|
|
|
I can hear you |
|
I'm just playing it cool |
|
Bones quiver gently |
|
Vexing blood river |
|
flux to the tip of my feathers |
|
I laugh at your eagerness |
|
Fruitful dandelion heartache is repelling you yet |
|
How am I to turn around on my own? |
|
Who's to blame |
|
for what has become? |
|
|
|
Do you wanna be in denial? |
|
You wanna be in denial? |
|
Must I sacrifice this heart |
|
to live this life, the picture? |
|
Keep on holding on |
|
I want to be around love |
|
|
|
Wondrous wondrous |
|
stars of the night |
|
Make all the fury go out of sight |
|
Accord me the strength |
|
Send it out |
|
Send it out |
|
Send it out |
|
|
|
Your violence is trickling inside me |
|
Yet I'm to remain halcyon |
|
|
|
Do you wanna be in denial? |
|
You wanna be in denial? |
|
Must I sacrifice this heart |
|
to live this life, the picture? |
|
Keep on holding on |
|
I want to be around love |