The human in me must have found his place
At lest there's no unease now
Only a tall stack of glass
We could take it all apart now
Built it all up and split it into two
Walk around in exactly the same belief
See it all and split it into two
Oh-oh, we don't have it that hard
If we just could make it less big
There must be much more between Heaven and Earth
Joining up with the loose ends
In protest of who I am
Now that the tall straws1 are holding my hands
Not seen enough yet, haven't seen enough yet
Joining up with the loose ends
In protest of who I am
Now that the tall straws1 are holding my hands
Not seen enough yet, haven't seen enough yet
Happy about the colour the day got
You're informing about your exit now
In the shadow of critique
We could walk in exactly the same shoes
Make it all grow again
We could take it all apart now
Built it all up and split it between us
Oh-oh, it's so personal to me
If we just could make it less big
There must be much more between Heaven and Earth
Joining up with the loose ends
In protest of who I am
Now that the tall straws1 are holding my hands
Not seen enough yet, haven't seen enough yet
Joining up with the loose ends
In protest of who I am
Now that the tall straws1 are holding my hands
Not seen enough yet, haven't seen enough yet
1. a. b. c. d. Probably referring to the Danish saying "being up high on straws," meaning that someone is "influential, rich, or lucky and might even be acting superior"