Museum Of Neurotic Origins Rival Dance
the world is a pearl for
and the memories are all faked
she doesn´t life here anymore
her breath froze everything
her mouth is closed know
salty cheeks
round and in circles again
she leaves the ground
then tumbling
and soon the leaves will fall down
she´ll be back like every year
to throw her white coat out
let the warmth disappear
(summer... )
his eyes wide open
sun comes in
round and in cicles again and again
he swirls the colours
touches ground
and then
light
now all the leaves falling down
she is back like every year
is throwing her white coat out
and the warmth disappear
