I'm gazing down on the paper
Not able to write a word
Hands closed, eyes as well
Today isn't the right day
Or is it?
What about writing lyrics about me unable to write lyrics
Now I can see, it has come...
...a muse
Betraying and helping
And luring and scaring off
A muse that doesn't let me sleep but lets me wait
Not amused at all
And then intersects my thoughts
Sentences, words, melodies, beats, rhythms, stories, noises
And a bunch of feelings empty me
But the result fills me back up
But the result fills me back up
But the result fills me back up
It's like I was connected with a mythical place
With a fountain of ideas
But the gate seldom opens
Knocking all the day and still nothing
Nothing
That's not me who defines when to think again
To figure out my destiny
But once that gate's unlocked (I need that key)
I feel I'm awaited there
The desire to taste a puny drop from the infinite ocean
Pulls me out of bed
No... not this way... maybe... ehm, no
I feel like I have my hands under my legs
What is it?
Why can't I carry on if even leaves are racing after their fall
When the fall comes?
I need that wind
Something that can drive me
Betraying and helping
And luring and scaring off
A muse that doesn't let me sleep but lets me wait
Not amused at all
And then intersects my thoughts
Sentences, words, melodies, beats, rhythms, stories, noises
And a bunch of feelings empty me
But the result fills me back up
Betraying and helping
And luring and scaring off
A muse that doesn't let me sleep but lets me wait
Not amused at all
And then intersects my thoughts
Sentences, words, melodies, beats, rhythms, stories, noises
And a bunch of feelings empty me
But the result fills me back up
Fills me back up