Juno St. Songtext
von Alice Greaves

You think that poetry is dead
Until you find another option
To squeeze your breath
You cautiously regret

The nights were turning into cold
Your nightmares, they were getting silent
As He in them offered something to hold
Something to hold


I would try this just to feel a child again
I′ll inhale this just to feel a child again
I inhale this, I inhale this
You will beg for this just to feel a child again
You will find me here just to feel a child again
You inhale this cause I inhale this

We brought these winds up to our door
To make the silence break in pieces
Not to suffer from deseases
To pray to gods we never heard of before

I would try this just to feel a child again
I'll inhale this just to feel a child again
I inhale this, I inhale this
You will beg for this just to feel a child again
You will find me here just to feel a child again
You inhale this cause I inhale this