Vita Bergen Bookstore
Outside the windows
A star is coming loose
Who says it's fiction
I can't hide
When I see the border
The horizon's on the rise
White lights on black water
My world comes in waves
I know
I want to live later
But I have to live now
Hope is forgetting
I'm reminding myself
My footsteps are drumming
For a silent parade
Let the guards of the gift shops
Infiltrate masquerades
I'm balancing presents
In my empty hands
At least
I'm keeping my promise
At least I will try
I'm back in the bookstore
Redecorating the walls
Using newspaper headlines
Finding truth in the rumors I've bought
On sell-out street corners
Imaginations go to war
The eye and the arrow
We've seen it before
This time
If I ever get through
