Tomorrow I will stretch out

Like an acrobat

And make my way to

What's there

I will get dressed

Again, in spite of all

With a laziness

Of a circus

Before or after the performance

As I'm walking down the many stairs

Remembering my stunts all over

Remembering I'm sick and like to die

I will be

The only not mad woman in the park

I will be

What's left of longing on this earth

It took two weeks to lead up to this agony

The time without you is so slow

And thirty years to spot the enemy

I was not prepared to let you go

I will be

The only not mad woman in the park

I will be

What's left of longing on this earth