mandag, januar 15, 2007

desert

you'll find me in a quiet room
no amflifyers here
sound has died I'm only shivering
I'm telling lies, but you're forgiving

Take me to a crowded place, remove my speachless stone
somehow make me extrovert to the bone
Tell my old man to recover
I need him more than ever

You'll find me in a quiet place
dancing to his mighty grace
sometimes I fall and fail
and build myself a reckless jail

throw something at my face
I'm confused with love and hate
a dead dead poetry
that's what I'll be
till you remove me

whisper smiles in my airs
but don't delete my tears
be my understander when I twist their minds
they're confusers of any kind

Take my nervous fear to the desert