Sobs - Blaue Blume

Monday night

I still try to sleep

Lights are cold

From shop windows on the street

And rimfrost glows

Like crystals blown from the mouth that breathes

My eyes are blue

The night is too

We’re lost

In space

It’s a rocket life

On an open sky

It’s a ride

We go down sometimes

Tell myself that it’s easy

To let go and leave it

Somewhere you feel it

Slowly beating

Monday night

Angels rise from the sewer

Corner girl dressed in white

Baby, fly

The morning light

Is a wryly smile

In my own black pile

My eyes are green

Like autumn leaves

Once was

On the pretty trees

It’s a rocket life

On an open sky

No-one

Saw me arrive

Tell myself that it’s easy

To let go and leave it

Somewhere you feel it

Slowly beating

I went to church

The Sunday mass

I wash my hands

I’m just a man

Is it essential to my cause?

Is it monastery for thoughts?

I don’t hear anybody calling me

(Never heard a sound like that)

Is it essential to my cause?

Is it monastery for thoughts?