But the Bird
I'm walking on this mountain
which is just solid water
my bones are fully flabby
but I can really walk
here're blueberry vines
Trees in which eyes grow
should I ask myself
look for me in the water
I'd forgotten that here
we were partly amnesic
and every given kiss
was played like a first time
No trace were printed
No outdated habits
We don't need to learn it
we juste know how to do
Good, it tastes.
but, should I test
The reality?
Looking the sky :
but the birds fly
Good, it tastes.
but, should I test
The reality?
Looking the sky :
but the birds burns
But the birds burn
but the birds burn
but the birds burn
but the birds burn
but the birds burn
- wake up-
Writer/s: Camille Mermet, Felicien Donzé
