Sometimes I get high, spin around a thousand times
Sometimes I lock myself behind open doors
Sometimes I tell you why all the silence
It’s just that sometimes I’m yours and at others I belong to the wind
Sometimes I belong to one, at others to a hundred
And there are times, baby, I swear I think:
“Why is it so hard to feel the way I do?"
Feel like I do, that it’s hard
Sometimes I look at you and sometimes you let me
You lend me your wings, retrace your footprints
Sometimes for all though you never fail me
Sometimes I’m yours sometimes I’m noone’s
Sometimes I swear for real that I feel bad about
Not giving you my whole life, instead giving you only these moments
Why is it so hard? Living is all about this
Living, it’s all about it. Why is is so hard?
When no one sees me
I can be or not be when no one’s see me
I put the world upside down
When no one sees me my skin doesn’t trap me
When no one sees me
I can be or not be
When no one sees me
I write to you from the dephts of my existence
From where the anxieties and the infinite essence arise
There are things so particularly yours that i don’t understand
And there are things so particular to me, but i don’t see them
I suppose i think i don’t have them
I don’t understand my life, the verses light up
In the darkness I can have you
I feel I don’t get it right
Don’t turn on the lights cause i’m baring
My soul and my body
When no one sees me
I can be or not be
When no one sees me
I resemble your skin
When no one sees me
I think about her too
When no one sees me
I can be or not be
When no one sees me
My skin is not the limit
Sometimes I get high, do a thousand twirls
I lock you in my eyes behind open doors
Sometimes i tell you why all the silence
Sometimes i’m yours and sometimes i belong to the wind
Sometimes to the wind
Sometimes to the wind