A house full of toys,
the children are everywhere and screaming,
one is bouncing on the couch,
one is playing with light switches,
one is riding a bike across the kitchen,
and another, is with her dolls in the lampshade,
we sit and watch, enjoy and remember,
this innocence is so free,
family.
Cherie, you are too thin,
Cherie, you are so much colder than before, and your eyes cry loudly,
Cherie, the steps you take away from me bring you not closer to yourself,
But what i fear, is closer to pain.
Ma Cherie, mon amour, mes rêves.
Cherie.
An ex-lover,
A new lover,
And a love sit in front of me at the restaurant,
They began to love each other,
And i sit and i watch,
And feel loved.
This is so, i laugh, this is love.
Here dans le salon i am writing,
Toi dans la chambre you lay sleeping,
Here the chat meows.
And in my room where you lay music plays,
I’m coming, lay silent, sleep, ill come later,
ill come soon.
How can i be good to you as you wait drinking no beer,
I won’t come right now, but ten minutes after you leave i will appear.
The owner smiles and tells me of your tales,
I should call you now but i am built to fail.
You are the prettiest i see,
But in the sweetest of ways you are not the same as me,
I have bruises and scars and we both live in these bars,
Tonight we shall talk,
but these in streets together,
we must not walk.
zebrasindenver 