the houses don‘t show

the people no more

the streets swallowed the sound

and it‘s only the stars

that prove that there‘s life on planet earth

tell me, isn‘t that weird isn‘t that strange?

 

if we all gathered here

we could outnumber them

but that‘s not what i aim for

that is not what i want

 

all the simple things were gone

and then the sadness just came along

a wooden block here

a rocking chair there

a broken tire that‘s not gonna take us anywhere

 

the birds went to sleep

and so did the people

it‘s just a few that are left

they are restless and twinkle

up to the sky up to the stars

as if they shared a secret

or had something in common

 

if we all gathered here

we could outnumber them

but that‘s not what i aim for

that‘s not what i want

 

 

 

© 2009 clara luzia, published by ink musikverlag