In your head the eternal children
want to run as far as they can.
You remember to fight against the gravity with your nails and your teeth.
When the construction is ready you can take it apart and break everything.
The morning draws your lines to the walls that are left standing.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Not yet...
Someone planted a grey shade in your mind
now this is certain
The children, dirty because of the world, shoot at us when the life is a war.
Lungs full of mountain air, from a bottle we get our shared dreams.
This house is ready, now in it's rooms walk
ghosts.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know...
I don't know what I'll lose if I stay!
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know...