Turn the page dear
turn a leaf
turn the light low
Feel the promise of summer returning
the last spark of warmth before the snow
turn out augusts stars
I will come back you know
Turn the page dear
turn a leaf
turn the light low
Feel the promise of summer returning
the last spark of warmth before the snow
turn out augusts stars
I will come back you know
“Het is belangrijk voor mij” zei ze. Ze zwaait met haar sigaret als een toverstok. Met harde woorden vertelt ze over zachte zaken terwijl rook langzaam mee drijft met haar adem. In haar glas zit kruidenthee in haar buik een kind, ze vindt het belangrijk dat de nieuwe buggy in de auto past. Dat is belangrijk voor haar.
Before it starts to rain
I need to clear the lines
Have to set the signs
Before it starts to rain
Before it starts to rain
I need to build my fort
Fight for what I’m worth
Before it starts to rain
Before it starts to rain
I have to get my clothes inside
Set up a place to hide
Before it starts to rain.
Before it starts to rain
I need to sit outside a bit
And think about the fire I lit
Before it starts to rain
You hold the other end
of the tight-rope
You are an avalanche
on a northern slope
The love is real
But the way I feel
Will only hurt me in the end
Love is trying to walk
on the tight-rope
Love is being an avalanche
Let it go- let it roll
We’ll turn the tight-rope
into a skip-rope
And we’ll stay indoors
at the first sign of snow…
and then one day the day came
when only you and I
only said we’d always be
the one in all our days
Today – I will begin again
I’ll see another way that I never thought I would find
and a turn I never thought I would take
I will say the words I never have said
I’ll notice all the little things that used to make me smile
and when I fall asleep I’ll dream of all the things I’ll find
Today – I will begin again
There is no love
Voor niets van niemand
platgeslagen waarden in hergebruikte dozen.
as the summer echoes fade and twilight wins terrain
before I realize, the darkness gradually
leads us towards the center of our trail
in the darkest of the night, the brightest stars revealed
lights like mirrors of the sky, illuminate the way
how distant can it be, the image that we see
as we surpass the highest peak
the slope that leads us home is where we test our will
Let me just remain on right here on the edge,
where I can see – the horizon in full
clear and bright –
staring at the world – all within my reach
in this moment of peace
before the time takes over
as the still of white makes way, for fields that overflow
the summer lies ahead – before I even know
the longest day will shed it’s light to waste
though swiftly passes by – will leave us with it’s lasting blissful taste
ghost from the past
where did you come from overnight?
face in the crowd,
suddenly clearly in my sight.
the world frozen still –
while my mind spins back in time
I look behind –
catching the glance that’s seeking mine
and I know that you know,
that we both were in that place
where a body and mind
are one and the same
how life has passed
didn’t you notice on the way?
no time for doubt
all that we see is all there is.
and the light in your eyes
strikes a fire to the bridge
on the river in me – and I slip and fall
and get pulled down the stream like I did
out of sight out of heart for so many years
yet a void in the core of what made me to be
who I am where I stand it is suddenly shaking
the ground beneath my feet.
and a hand reaches out
pulls me up on the shore
On the pavement we stand – once again
near the edge while the people rush by like the water
all the steps that I took to the place where I’m now
How the path took a turn, and I followed it down
how I sailed with the wind and I ended up stream
in a place that is all that I know now it seems
The world picks up speed –
while my mind returns to now
I look behind –
catching the glance that’s seeking mine
and I know that you know,
that we both know that face
and our body and mind
are one and the same
If you turn the page
and burn the bridge
Are you not,
writing today’s story
on yesterday’s back
with ink made of
the ashes of the bridge?