Sometimes, I need sometime
Shooting stars in my weary eyes
Ears plugged in the silent night
Mrs. Iris summoned her pupils
and we were drenched by our own tears
Skyline is my horizon and the moon
sliced every little stars for supper...
Come on and dance my fairies.
My mouth is full of raindrops that
could drown the whole ocean of emotion
Up, up and away O my Ganjaman
My songs are yet to be sung
Matisyahu's hat is my breakfast plate
Consumed the food for my unholy soul
I have touched heaven's breast
to heal my egocentric heart
but the shadows still remain.
28 April 2006. Location: StrauszStudio 23