Grass
Muddy knees
Bikes
Bloody elbows
Secret places
Dreamy talks in shady vineyards
Vibrant beating hearts
Stolen ripe green grapes
The need to know you
During my teens
Ooh
Lonely boys
We both have been
Ooh
Lonely boy
Till you met him
It took you a look
It took just one word
As it took me a look
It took me a word
To be enslaved
I'm in my bed
Like every night
Dreams have wrestled
With each other till day broke
I gaze at the roof
I process all my thoughts
Some magpie's call
Keeps asking me:
"Is everything you felt
wearing off
Was it so weak?
Has it all been drowned in
bitterness
Or are you at peace?"
And in mouldy shapes
On my bedroom roof
I see your cute face
It will serve as proof
It will serve as proof
That I can't start anew
