Flower Kings Trading My Soul
no time for grief.
Don´t open that door – now let me go back to sleep.
I´m just in a phase of fading – I´m left here trading my
soul.
I´m spinning that big black hole.
On borrowed wings – nor flesh, nor skin.
We drift like feathers in wind.
Not the end, but I sense it is near.
I´m in limbo between earth and sky.
I can see all your houses from here.
But don´t you tell me that this is dying.
The walls – The carpets – The curtains – they cloud the
room.
I´m left here with no ticket, but I bet we´re leaving
soon.
I´m just in a phase of fading. I´m left here trading my
soul.
I´m, spinning that big black hole.
On borrowed wings – nor flesh, nore skin
We drift like feathers in the wind.
Not the end – but I sense it is near.
I´m in limbo between earth and sky.
I can see all your houses from here
But don´t tell me, that this is dying.
