cimorene

the man in the white hat (16 years later)

a row of benches in a restless late april
i look over my shoulder and see you blink in surprise
i can have you when you like
a wind blows garbage along the corridor one last time
and you and i hold our breath and hold hands as we run
it isn't such a long way home home

there were still thousands of tears left
they were yours to give to whomever you wished
in the end
they are the most valuable jewels you have
so never ask for forgiveness again
finally we pass their boundaries

do you remember our blood's fire, our law
our stupid crusade against an equally crazy city
i remember it all, like nails against glass
but you only laugh at me, reduce everything to a joke
but i see in your anxious posture, your hunting gaze that you feel it
that it's a long way home

and soon there will be no more tears left
they were ours to give to whomever we wished
in the end
they are the most valuable jewels we have
so never ask for forgiveness again
at last you set your boundaries yourself

i never knew that boy
who walked on streets i never saw
and thought thoughts i never thought
under thin and flying hair

and all the feelings beat and exploded
the whole of daily reality full of holes
in a time when nothing happened
in a city which always slept

but, darling, we were all small once
yes, we were all small once

i throw stones in my house of glass
i throw arrows in my incubator
and so i cultivate my own fear
yes, i constantly sow new seeds

and in my greenhouse i am certain
grows envy clear and green
i am scared for my life of living
and i am scared to death of dying

but, darling, we must all die sometime
yes, we must all die sometime

we all die sometime

mannen i den vita hatten (16 år senare) from du & jag döden