Woods­ka­ter

Morning sun, come bright my eyes
behind my eye-lids, turning tides
soak my skin with war­ming light
paint my shadows left and right

Ever­y­thing breaks but my bones
ever­y­thing makes me feel alone
all the people turn to cou­ples
rise to love inside their shuttles

Before i start to trou­ble me
my regards to Mrs. C.
my vel­vet tree in sun­ken worlds
the shell is bro­ken cause of girls

Dance into my life
i´d love to see
your swin­ging candy

Some­thing sof­ter
some­thing good
ska­ting deep
inside a wood