if i tried to think and talk on the level
i could blow a silent wave
that would break against
the grudge you bear me
and upon your ruthless rave

got a dull ache in my stomach and my
tired heart is standing still

i stay out of your
mean daily wars
i beware of getting into your fights
i´m a flower underwater,
see against the light
my leaves are perfect green,
ain´t gonna be no bruises

if i tried to draw in profile the shape
of those who vanish off the core
i could take aim and then strike
just like you did with me before

while instead i observe your colours
through my window painted blue
and i try to refine my sorrow,
so i slowly bask in gloom
so now i´m standing still in this
doubtful borderline.

i stay out of your
mean daily wars
i beware of getting into your fights
i´m a flower underwater,
see against the light
my leaves are perfect green,
ain´t gonna be no bruises.