12. Oktober 2008

My nutshell (vorläufige Endversion)

I’m strolling trough the world,

a jungle full of things;

a zoo of two-legged animals

playing queens and kings.

I’m strolling through my house,

a chapel on a tree.

I thought this was the place

where you would wait for me.

I came across this song,

I heard it, on and on,

it broke my heart, you see?

Here’s what is left of me:

My kitchen is a desert,

I think I’ve lost my shoes.

I’m eating sand and stones

and drink some apple juice.

The waves crush through my window,

my bedroom is a sea,

my heart a little nutshell

lost in a cup of tea.