Waiting like the drums
yielding in despair
looks like you‘ve been wondering now
where we go from here
busted at the shore
your inner life‘s for sale
those public market places always
send you straight to hell
the sun is smiling at
her loving hands
but you feel vain and cold again
take a walk alone
your second skin abides
who else would you serve if you were
not the first in line?
stop to seek new ways
to deceive yourself
cause your heart speaks to no one else
your heart speaks to no one else