At dawn, thrushes and finches
decorate her windowsill...
I listen to your signal -
synthwaves on a sailboat...
The lace hung from the rafters,
a piece stuck in time...
you collected shells
in your heart...
I want to sing,
oh love...
stress me, stress me, stress me
stress why I should be stressed...
river, river
flowing down...
There are rats
they claw at my eyes...
I drempt of you…
You were wearing a silk dress...
It didn’t take me a day or two
to realize how he moulded...
When moving forward
Sometimes you need to go back...
If you cannot breath
And often act like a fool...