I gather the grain.
In the whole picture.
You and I in the labyrinths.
Something like flirting.
You with dread in your hands.
I with a heart of silk.
It's unsafe, but I
I will run past when it's yellow1
I will run, through the sky, through the thin sky
And if not to you, then not again to anyone
But why is it so lousy for me?
A thousand mistakes, they strike my heart like an awl
I will run, through the sky, through the thin sky
And if not to you, then not again to anyone
But why is it so lousy for me?
A thousand mistakes, they strike my heart like an awl
And let us not be seen
Between measurements
This is so obvious
Someone up there is a genius
Only don't fly away into the sky like the wind
I am behind you, I will come after you in reply
I will run, through the sky, through the thin sky
And if not to you, then not again to anyone
But why is it so lousy for me?
A thousand mistakes, they strike my heart like an awl
I will run, through the sky, through the thin sky
And if not to you, then not again to anyone
But why is it so lousy for me?
A thousand mistakes, they strike my heart like an awl
I will run
But why is it so lousy for me?
A thousand mistakes, they strike my heart like an awl
I will run, through the sky, through the thin sky
And if not to you, then not again to anyone
But why is it so lousy for me?
A thousand mistakes, they strike my heart like an awl
1. Presumably a reference to traffic lights.