mandag den 17. august 2015

Waiting

You've seen it all,
what, you don't know exactly.
You search for words,
but can't spell them correctly,
waiting, waiting for that final moment.

You hit a ground
that's not really existing.
You crave the light
that your sight is resisting,
waiting, waiting for that final moment.

You wake each day
to the ghost of your future,
rehearse your death
on expensive computers,
waiting, waiting for that final moment.

Waiting.


Sangtekst til et konceptalbum om min opvækst under den kolde krig, der netop nu tager form her.

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