I am scared to breath you name

whenever we dissove to blame;

but one day we will learn to fly

back to treasureland.

Somewhere someone investigates

we appeal to our experince;

this inner worth is inner war

we're longing the colors

as if we'd starve...



Still in perigee

still in liberty.

Still in reach

still in me.



Oh so red the cage

the seizure is my guard

and leader never I have been

in such a warmth before.

Oh so silent sleeps the planet

healers, are you near

I need another vision

I can trust and feed.

We are the dead dead ringers

we are in search of our birth.