My thoughts find their way
Maybe one day this will do too
When closing my eyes, it slips out of my hands
And I’m followed by angels to unknown lands
No need to push, I’m walking on icy slopes
Searching for something, dragging on hopes
Not lonely or lost, nor bitter but split
What’s on the other side? I so long to see it Unfinished paintings and songs without no melody
Abandoned by someone, now lying there restlessly
Searching the landscape for a signpost to follow
What can a soap bubble do to fill what feels hollow?
No need to push, I’m walking on icy slopes
Searching for something, dragging on hopes
Not lonely or lost, nor bitter but split
What’s on the other side? I so long to see it I so long to see it I so long to see it I so long to see it