Inside

Swing low in dark glass hour
you turn to cower
see it turn to dust

move on a stone dark night
we take to flight
snowfall turns to rust

seam in a fusing mine
like a nursing rhyme
fat man starts to fall

year in a hostile place
I hear your face
start to call

and If you think that I've been loosing my way
that's because I'm slightly blinded
If you think that I don't make to much sense,
that's because I'm broken minded
But don't keep it...
INSIDE
if you believe it
don't keep it all inside

strong words in a ganges sky
I have to lie
shadows moves in pairs

Ring out from a bursied postcard
in the shooting yard
looking through the tears

out of the black slate time
we move in line
but never reach an end

fall in a long stray town
as the ice comes down
rivers start to bend

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