Time is coming ...
Time is coming to throw away all these old nightmares
...and catch smiles
I was a fish without pants in a city without eyes to ear the sun.
I found a bike to run after cats and dreams to feed my lonely machine.
I know you're not far away and the echoes of your hearts are keeping me awake.
Bindweed climbing on my arms and these nettles wich are bitting my feet.
My animosity is swallowed by your sap.
I brandished a pancake and hope my shoes will continue the road without laces.
The Laugh is not far. In the small of your back, shadows are dancing.
You cheeks of rainbows monsters in your womb unfold,
devour gray clouds misting your embittered brain.
A great roar sounded the death knell for your black moods.
Sing a new day at the dawn of your eyes lit.
No more tears for new life.
Rainbows monsters in your womb devours gray clouds.
Time is coming...
Time is coming to throw away all these old nightmares
...and catch smiles on our faces...
