windows blue
my eyes are closed
wind blows through
the patient most
swimming clouds
silent sun
crazy crowds
people gone
people coming, please fuck off
this is all just too much stuff
windows blue
my eyes are closed
wind blows through
the patient most
swimming clouds
silent sun
crazy crowds
people gone
people coming, please fuck off
this is all just too much stuff
can you hear the whispering sound
of the dancing leaves in the trees
they will fall to the ground
can you feel the freshening breeze
of the coolish wind in the yard
it will bring me back on my knees
can you see the trembeling heart
of my shaking body in bed
it will stop and it will start
no? but what can you instead
smell the fall outside
and leave it in your head
you can taste the wide
of the freedom bound
it will show and it will hide
dans ma cuisine
qu’es q’on preparer
pour mes pralines
je t’aime ma petite chocolatier
this is all wrong
cause I don’t know French
language at all
it sounds good
they have so many rhymes
I have so many crimes
but this is nice food
little chocolate drops and tears
what the church bell hears
sitting at my windows
those the sweet wind blows
little life through
ohoo