Out there, outside the glass,
See? Behind that tree,
wild flowers and green grass,
Let's lay there, shall we?
Or maybe on this house,
the red one, you know
we could sit with the crows,
look at men below
Oh, I know what to do,
let's get a small ship,
you, me, will be its crew,
world will be it's trip
We'll sail and ride and walk...
Hmm? You want a snack?
I should stop crazy talk?
You're right let's go back
I turn my head,
here on my bed,
look to the side,
eyes open wide,
there's noone there,
but yet, somewhere,
you turn your head,
there on your bed,
look to the side,
eyes open wide,
our minds then see,
in bed are we,
In ear,
I hear,
soft "Morning, dear"
Right through this scruffy door,
you'll find an empty space,
once filled with joy and love,
it was a happy place
The walls had heard so much,
of fun that once was here,
when you press ears against
them, laughs, I swear, appear
The floors creak sligthly now,
weary from all the days,
when jumped, run they were on,
when life went on its ways
And through the windows sun
looks down and searches for
the people that it loved,
to touch with rays before
The empty air it warms,
feels like a soft embrace,
reminds you of the time,
this was a happy place
There was a happy land,
far, far, away,
pink castle there did stand,
of ballons made
It squaked and bent walked on,
towers toppled,
It had a pit glued on,
by fun balls filled
One day a message came,
from next country,
to happy land kings name,
addresed bluntly
King tried to open soon,
with trusty knife,
It fell, ballons went boom
everyone died
Clock slowly moves its hands around,
I often try to look elsewhere,
The night ends soon, sun is abound,
This thought I really cannot bear
The future filled by emptiness,
as always, yet so different,
out of the floor creeps loneliness,
stops being caught in the moment
I grasp the air but nothing's there,
I look around, but still can't see,
old life must be somewhere out there,
just please, god, bring it back to me
Clock slowly moves its hands around,
my eyes stare how they fly so fast,
I drift away, with nothing found,
to stop my longing for the past