A huge and slowly sneaking knife,
A curiously moving bright eye
Two deeply childish mind
In a room full of alcohol,
One has the words
One has the brain
If only i could wonder
What is that will remain
I watch the horizon
With suspicious eyes
On the Werge
Of a mesmerize
It came to me through
The breath of spring
So clean so sweet
My tears turned red
Her eyes were grey
Her hair was fire
Pure tone but lost,
A wonderer, to whom all desire
Every door she stepped
Trying, If trying is enough,
Asking, If asking if enough,
Nothing has ever changed
Same old music,
The fear of death
New faces every day,
They smile and laugh