know your eyes
blue colors, like a wave, calling D
it’s always been
i saw that. you did that too
the day when the wave were strong
the day when you walked back
i saw a strange thing
the way you’re smilling
take me there take me
i can only be a tiny pickle in a jar
i want to know what kept you alive
if someone could lift and move me there
that would be great
why does comfort seem to be faraway
whenever i feel at ease my red light is always on
is it because of me that i can’t breath again
that i can’t breath again
take me there take me
i can only be a tiny pickle in a jar
i want to know what kept you alive
but will anything actually change
if i come to know that?