I’ll be back next week.
Lomalla | On a holiday
Vastaa
I’ll be back next week.
I live in a sand castle. | In it’s highest tower
And every night I plan to run away | to a place where the sand dosn’t disappear below my feet | Where the walls are not sinking | But I never go anywhere.
I’m just planning.
Could you just go away already | Because I’m so tired of…
Thinking | And mourning
I have other things to do… Although it might be hard to believe.
When you think that never again
Then | And so fast
And although
And hard | And hurts | And long
Then still | And atleast then | you’ll know
That maybe someday again | And fast.
Darkness
It’s here again so suddenly | And again I… | …Was left alone.
But that’s good. | …Because now I can, all by myself…
…Turn on the lights… | …And turn into a teacup.