English – Page 29 – Scriptorium '77

Killing Grundstraße

early morning
dark sunglasses
warm breeze
still traffic

it’s always the circumstances
someone else is at fault
you don’t have time today
and tomorrow much more to do

Never listen to the voices
When they call
Never walk with the noises
They’ll eventually fall

putting words to paper
taking words into the mouth
spitting them out
trying to collect them back

and the water is crawling deep under his skin
and the sun is burning leafs to ashes
and the storm is howling in both of his ears

the bottom line might be short
and of some sort
of innocence

Manipulate me
Into thinking
That it’s beautiful outside
That high temperatures are something good

all the flowers
nurture the light
average wisdom
come for the sight

we’re looking at the sky
picking out a star
and we see a glimpse
of hope

the black reaches my brain
not this again
I keep telling myself
don’t you swallow the colours