You catch me as I am flying,
You are the sweetness on the inside and out
You're able to love beauty,
Without nailing it onto a wall
And I want that, which I see
But I see, what's not there
I'm looking through you
Looking through you into the light
All roses have pricks,
That's what gives them the edginess
And this, which looks like sweetness,
Will turn out bitter when in the mouth
People wear clothes,
So that life wouldn't seem to them like heaven
We thought - it's convention,
We thought - we know everything
But someone got into us and drained
And sewed, filled us up with cotton
And pulls us by the strings
And shines bright light into our eyes
All, that once hurt, it passed
Hands and legs won't listen
It will be so good
Until it turns bad