2018.09.12.
Don't Cling To My Wings
I don't see any sense in this anymoreJust pretty sentences that go around
Yes, you speak but you're not saying anything to me
You are beautiful, 'You're ugly!' I say
I dig my grave and plea for your grudge
I speak about how I will yet rise today
This is the last time I'll get angry
Tomorrow, at long last I'll change
And I won't mention you anything
You can't reach me
Don't cling to my wings
You'll never reach me
Even if you cling to my wings
Every time you say what the heck
I'm wondering what I demanded this time
I believe I don't owe you anything
In my dreams I press your head against the pillow
Until I know the tracks can surely be found
In the mornings I cry my little visions
Today, finally, is my time to get angry
Tomorrow, you'll be missing my number
And I won't mention you anything
You can't reach me
Don't cling to my wings
You'll never reach me
(Catch me if you can, catch me if you can!)
Even if you cling to my wings
(Tar in feathers)
Don't even think that this is
You're not thinking this is
Don't even think that this is
Difficult, difficult
Difficult, not at all
Not at all