I’m a useful person
But I’m not sure
If I’m being useless
With myself
Evince me now
Wonderfully bad
Walking on glass
As if I’m barefoot on
Rose petals
The sky is grey
And I’m not cold when I’m
Standing in the garden
Take away the things
That sadness can bring
Open up the door
And let the light in some more
Evince me now
Wonderfully good
Standing on hot coals
As if I’m making wine
The old world way
The sky is grey
And I’m not cold when I’m
Standing in the garden
Too many times I listened
To the songs that said
Never be alone again
And believing all of them
Evince me now
Wonderfully nonchalant
I wrote the lyrics down
Can I sing this one again
Hey you, maybe
(This one’s for you)
The sky is grey
And I’m not cold when I’m
Standing in the garden
© GÄ
Poétique 