Time Songtext
von Lazarus

These are trees, leaves are stones, grass is time spent
Time mesmerized, time bent on the floor on my knees and hands
Time placed, lived, held like window
Light, window alphabet, window head
Window placed at my feet, circles and dashes
Prisms for gladness, prisons for sadness
Pockets for secrets, potential for madness
Seasons for calmness, borders for pinups
Sanctuary for wisecracks, holiday for whispers Sharpening our fences, crumbling our walls
Biting our tongues, selling our saviors
Biting our times, buying our voices
Ignoring our conscience, selling our asses
Washing our faces, starving our senses
Something I know but just don′t show you
What can I do? What can I do?
What can I do?