You have your head in the ice again
You cry out to me
Only one step to that point
When everything blows up in your hands
It would be
A lot easier to receive everything
than to deny it
And to get caught in the worst position
You are too close
In order for you to see how my world is
It's easier to run behind
and see when my world crumbles
and when I run back to you
And your head is in the ice again
But you don't believe or want to see
It's better only to brush the surface
and to hope for better