My flesh is weak when I can’t speak.
I see no earth, no sea beneath.
At night I rise inside my eyes
And tell the story of my lies.
And as I tremble inside out,
I find shelter, I find doubt,
I lay broken on the floor,
And I’m left with wanting more.
Words with means and feels are not,
All my insides are a knot.
Time just passes next to me,
Here is where I want to be.
Without end and without days,
My life goes without a praise.
Cause I find inside my mouth
Winds of north and east and south.