We are scared of our own shadow,
Clinging to the walls of our homes
And most of the time we are ashamed of our bodies,
Digging shelters.
We flee from a crazy party,
Forced into rowboats.
Each land is a drowning ship
When you dig shelters.
We are a rare species: a strange bird.
Our dreams are in the air, our head's in the ground.
We deceive ourselves mostly.
Not blind, but not looking.
And it's unclear what we'll leave behind,
Aside from our fears.
We are a rare species...