Maria Solheim Poison In My Wine
there is poison in my wine
there is cold snow in my shoes
the are footpoints on my window frame
-the dog is loose
i scream but i can't hear a word
i cry -my eyes are filled
my toes are fake
my legs are thin
i'll never win
invain i try to compose
the greatest symphony
the crowd who point their fingers
the crowd who i hear laugh
are making my knees shiver
are making my hands week
there is one little star on the sky
when i sleep i can hear somebody cry
