Intermissing Songtext
von Hazelord

Trim the hair on my arm
That makes me the man I′ve become
Organize, but don't plan anything
Don′t tell anyone, not even me, not even yourself
I would climb a mountain for you if you weren't you
And fly among the swans
If I were unaware of what they represent
One more day, one more hour
One more minute, one more second
I don't want any of that, just the truth
Just the harsh reality of things A concept, an idea
A family talking to friends
Saying "I don′t know what happened
One night, it undressed
Let the sheets reign over its body
Spit on its fingers to smother the candle flame
Made sure the night would be the swallowing one
And not its pillow
Closed its eyes
And slept ever since"