Dusk in a slow city
This mood feels good
Don't need any more thoughts now
As time goes nowhere
Sometimes all that's left is the dance
Don't need anything, just one movement
Just one movement
Just one movement
Sometimes I arrive into myself
I finally feel that I exist
Sometimes my look softens
Don't need anything, just my breath
I've got a mouth, tongue, nose, lungs
I always have time to breathe
Inhale, exhale1
Exhale
Sometimes, my two eyes blink
Sometimes, my hands slow down
Sometimes, I don't need anything else
Just a deep sigh
I've got a mouth, tongue, nose, lungs
I always have time to breathe
Inhale, exhale
Exhale
The old goes away
The new can come
1. Literally: suck in, blow out