if i could understand the language of a shell
that the sea washes ashore
or spot the traces leading to a wishing well
i had another world to explore
if i could hear the whisper of the wind
carrying the stories of the desert
i´d listen carefully as the trees join in
then the birds overdub with twitter
i´m moving on the surface
but how would it feel to dive
deep within
life on the surface
like a puppet hanging on a string
i´m movin on the surface
but how would it feel to dive
deep within
life on the surface
underneath my feet the ice is thin
i can only guess the sky´s in a bad mood
when it´s sending rain and hail
then the day grows dim, and lighting stars to dance
through the darkness and the haze
every day I find more marks and signs
of the world outside – conceivability
we drawn in a few lines, a simple and plain kind
somehow made to fall for mysteries
i´m moving on the surface
but how would it feel to dive
deep within
life on the surface
like a puppet hanging on a string
i´m movin on the surface
but how would it feel to dive
deep within
life on the surface
underneath my feet the ice is thin
i imagine i´m breaking the cycle
and I could rewrite the script
i imagine the ways of the world
would be clear spring water
floating through my fingertips
i´m moving on the surface …
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