Deep.Down. BeLow.
Sometimes when the sun comes up
i ask myself to where I pray,
where is that eye that's letting drop
darkest hours back in day?
Why do I feel like I'm in heaven
when I see there's nothing right?
I keep on struggeling twentyfour/seven
like I'd love to get lost in this fight
and maybe some times might be nice,
when giving up seems lowest cost,
if I'd say yes to pay the prize,
if what I never had gets lost -
but just for being not alone?
Just for finding no way back?
No! I never sell my dream, my home,
that I could see beyond this track,
no! I just can feel in this cold ocean
the reason that is make me breathe,
when I'm breathing pure emotion,
when I'm forgetting thoughts and leave,
when I'm diving for another chest,
when I'm bringing one above
then a fucking whole becomes of rest,
when I'm opening to find true love.
