歌詞
Fish in a bowl on a river
As we slide through this door
Of weird illusions
Are we made to be
Unaware? Of what was meant to mean
This life of ancient gifts
That we own even we don’t know
Bowl full grass and onion rings
Given to you as if this
Was the perfect gift
That was made to be
As royal as crafting the silver collection
But if I will demand for
Nothing more than tickling your nose
Will this life
Give me what I want?
I don’t know
Written by: Marta Arpini
