see the sun there showing up
see the flower growing up
the one that´s in your smile
let it grow there for a while

every spoken word´s a lie
next chapter written by the big guy
while all the poetry died
in our rooms where also died the quiet

the armour of scarabeus
is what i´m hoping for
so i´m twisting ´round in my visions
to find the tree of life

it´s my task to keep my skin
for the music and the pain so thin
for the fear and for my heat
for the woman and my le