Deep Sunday

Im in the corner of my life and its because of you
in seconds I will die and vanish and betray you
into the hands of that fate I cling on to
I lay my hands and I lay you
theres not much bout it I can do
wings can fly and things, but listen you

everery second, every day, and every passtrough
I will see you
every night and every morning I will call you
I will see you

We’ll be dancing through the night in our ignorance
we’ll be slappin others faces while we dance
and grey

I know its not much of a thought but its a last chance
to get together in my mind and take a first stand
while the others wait I take the first man
and pull his head with all my strenght
and become distant
seconds best you know there is noone

every second ..

© 2002 Winn Nielsen