For years and years have we been trying to find. While there is no greater fear, in not finding what we long for. And therefore, we turned our back on the stars. Anxious we wander, while great city walls swallow us.
O love, where are you hiding? We know, we pushed you straight to the edge. The stars promised change, but failed. It was the last BANG, handed out by our wrecked sadness that made you fall. With closed eyes, we knew… we couldn’t catch you. With your back and bones broken and your deceived heart smashed to smithereens. Your empty soul, coloured in the purest black, man has ever seen.
There is no bottom to be seen in our pool of tears. And there’s no one who wants to sunbath on our lawn. Expired dates on ice creams, fountains down. The lifeguard ran through the brick wall with his head in the clouds. And silent frogs on the side scare cats off… So we try to stand up straight and walk away. We try not to look back. We try not to catch up with our past…
O love, great city walls do swallow us. And there’s no more you, to comfort us. You little bastard, hiding in the woods. In between trees and fear. We are lifting stones. For there is really no greater fear in not finding what we long for, that what the stars foolishly have thrown away. Again, and again.
So here we stand, on the edge. A meeting point without a date. Tiptoe, we look up straight to the sky. Which BURSTS by the sun. Summer is here. And the fall will be long, but not deeper than the ship of stars at the bottom of the ocean.
If only we could find you, to cover your back… and broken bones.