I come home to find you waiting in front of the coffee shop. A huge backpack, new beard and glasses, the silent eyes still the same from long ago. So I take your hand, we count to three and here we are, again: white rabbit's hole, time has come for our free fall. Too small to enter the door, then too huge to go through, again and again our drinking from the magic potion until yes: we're now allowed to cross into the other side.
You take my hand and guide me into deep sleep by the stormy beach, full moon and our resurrection the next morning, my head shaved a second time while I watch your beard and hair disappearing through the engines of your tiny machine. I take your hand, newborn are we this time, our legs walking as fast as our hair into the mountains of this place, on and off the garden of our new home, our cigarettes being smoked in silence just before we went to bed. Four feet bouncing in the streets of Germany, and I never told you but it felt as if it were the streets who were walking our shoes, unmoving we go from the winter streets to the dark dance floors until that little little bird comes to sing by your window.
Our hands together, now, and I drink slowly from your coffee, hold you tight as we watch the sun going down. The drinking of our magic potion just before we jump from a new cliff. My head pressed tight against the window and the bus leaving, me waving my goodbye and inviting the silence who now comes to make me company. I smile from inside as it comes, crystal clear: separation is nothing but a word.
Love inside a cup of cappuccino, love like a little death every second, love like our eternal rebirth together, ever and again. Love, no full stop
You take my hand and guide me into deep sleep by the stormy beach, full moon and our resurrection the next morning, my head shaved a second time while I watch your beard and hair disappearing through the engines of your tiny machine. I take your hand, newborn are we this time, our legs walking as fast as our hair into the mountains of this place, on and off the garden of our new home, our cigarettes being smoked in silence just before we went to bed. Four feet bouncing in the streets of Germany, and I never told you but it felt as if it were the streets who were walking our shoes, unmoving we go from the winter streets to the dark dance floors until that little little bird comes to sing by your window.
Our hands together, now, and I drink slowly from your coffee, hold you tight as we watch the sun going down. The drinking of our magic potion just before we jump from a new cliff. My head pressed tight against the window and the bus leaving, me waving my goodbye and inviting the silence who now comes to make me company. I smile from inside as it comes, crystal clear: separation is nothing but a word.
Love inside a cup of cappuccino, love like a little death every second, love like our eternal rebirth together, ever and again. Love, no full stop
