coquet coquette.

i’d rather feel the earth beneath my feet
yes i would, if i only could, i surely would

meet me there, in the blue

where words are not, feeling remains

I can see you

but I can never reach you

there’s no use calling i know what you’d say
over and over it ended today
worlds lost their meaning and could not explain
why the subject was always just out of frame

wherever you will roam
the darkness always follows 
there is no way to lead a quiet life

i would never stay here without you 
your hands are here
but my heart, my heart is so far away

please don’t lose any sleep over me, baby

i hardly exist

existence well what does it matter?

i exist on the best terms i can

the past is now part of my future

the present is well out of hand

i’m sick of you i’m sick of me
i’m sick of everything i can see

there is beauty in this land, 
but i don’t often see it. 
there is beauty in this land, 
but i don’t often feel it.