Bomo

On a bench we sit

just to take things low

wood and stones on it

this shall not be worn

better double lid

oh yes a inner split

cause I don`t care to live these opposites

never more

cause revelation`s into

revelation`s into

revelation`s into

But I`ve once you`re stuck just as a grown

you feel that all the salt is gonna spread on is own

to be just the one in a cabin

well too lost for uneven pattern

revelation`s into

revelation`s into

Well it took me so long to get this

and I hope that leaves gonna fall and I just let go

a couple of times I`m surely running back into

to quickly remind

what it`s like to feel present times

with the up`s and down`s on your side

what it`s like to feel present times

with the up`s and down`s on your side

But if once you let it go alone

the ups and downs collide in immanent forms

and I`m closing the door of the cabin

to get lost for uneven pattern

revelation`s into

revelation`s into

On the street nothings left; plane - seasons

my hands covered in warm rain- pieces

If your head plays it`s own game

grading it`s reasons

It`s cause you`ve held my hands in rain

that I`m searching for

being, being on my own

being, being on my own

being, being on my own

being, being on my own