wanderlust
Words are fun and games
The silence speaks of pain
I read aloud because you asked me to
And you fell asleep then the silence grew
Silent room
I do not belong
Don't think you've done me wrong
'Cause I'm not your ghost, and I never was
But you didn't ask
Wrapped up in your womb
Wanderlust
Wanderlust
Wanderlust
Fever, one last thing
Before you take me in
Did I make her laugh, was it just pretend?
Was she being kind?
Yes, she was kinder then, in Berlin
Writer/s: Marika Louise Hackman
