see me a snapshot
narrating my previous life
and a mountain of other lies
numbers and letters and letters
surfacing from a sea of
treacle blackened stone(?)
and carrying me back home
i hear the language of flowers
and now i don´t hear anything else
voices from nowhere seducing me
to all the lyrics(?) of the world
the balance has been disturbed
time stumbles drunkenly
wild lives are frozen(?)
until they´re born again
ripening in the sun
i hear the language of flowers
and now i don´t hear anything else
i wasn´t cut out for this
but my heart was(?)
i wasn´t cut out for this