[Verse 1]
I felt a hand reach out and
Heard a whisper in the wind.
My window's open and floor
Is wet with tears I didn't weep.
Come dawn, I build a cardhouse, paint it blue,
String it across my room.
Then cut my hair and shed a tear,
Make a field for crop to grow.
[Chorus]
I've been sleepwalking my way back home,
Getting lost in days and unbecoming free.
Some days I'm singing a chorus I don't know,
On others feeling out of key.
[Verse 2]
On the glass I've painted doors
For the visitors of night.
From their tears I made a path
Through rooms I left, toward exit, right.
Come noon, I feel no hunger,
come the blues, no energy to eat.
Sometimes I sprinkle dust and salt
Over the house and sink the fields of wheat.
[Chorus]
I've been sleepwalking my way back home,
Getting lost in days and unbecoming free.
Some days I'm singing a chorus I don't know,
On others feeling out of key.
[Bridge]
I felt a hand reach out and
Heard a whisper in the wind.
My window's open, an echo cries
A song I didn't sing.
[Outro]
I've been sleepwalking my way back home,
Getting lost in days and unbecoming free.
Some days I'm singing a chorus I don't know,
On others feeling out of key.
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Värvitud sinised linnud
PoetryVärvitud sinised linnud on kurvad. Nad ei nuta, vaid raputavad tiibasid ja pritsivad värvi. Kogumik luuletustest nii inglise kui ka eesti keeles. / The colored blue birds are sad. They will not cry, but shake their feathers and spray paint. This is...
