i'm so tired

beneath my lungs

all my nightmares escaped my head

bar the door, please don't let them in

you were never supposed to leave

now my head's splitting at the seams

and I don't know if I can

to here and back

in the days in which we slept,

I crawled my way into something impossible.

I just don't know how to get out.

you're trash, you're in trash

rain or shine, all the jets are gonna fall today

there's no time, we're all gonna fall today

with loving smiles

and their mouths are stretched so wide

they can't even take a breath

you fell in love with the sunshine

and you took a walk with a boy

you spent half a year on the verge of tears

just because nothing ever feels like it did before

if only one were a red indian

always prepared,
launched into the air on one's galloping horse,
a brief tremor over the trembling ground,


till one let go one's spurs for there were no spurs,
and threw away one's reins, for there were no reins,

and could barely make out the land in front of one opening out as smoothly mown heathland,

with horse's head and horse's neck already nowhere to be seen.