Come, step into the sunlight

the parade is marching

up and down this ghost-town,

with sore feet & blisters

from too much talk of nothing

step into the sunlight and say something

- anything will due



a great day/ a long wait

alarm-clocks screaming out loud

a warning

streets like chess-board

we're check mate and that is all

step into the sunlight and do something

about this suicide-view



come save me

with your hands

I'm pretty

pretty tired

of balancing on the edge of this knife