The fog is tickling my feet
Swimming in the circular motion
A little dance in the rug of the moss
The cork is scratching my palms
I'm racing with tips of hair
The greatest thoughts are uncatchable
Isn't it a mad world?
With no chance to slow down all of the clocks
To throw the glitter and run
Through the shimmery road
Through the storm of your own
owls at the oak
are staring at me
Behind the tree lurks my deepest fear
Isn't it a mad world?
With no chance to chase away all of the storms?
To light up the dark thought
To dispel the dust and fog
and free yourself from this smoke.
I'm falling down
From the cliff or a mountain
Of doubts
The wind is the only friend of mine
I'm dancing with him
I clench my eyes
And move blindly forward
I'm no longer scared
I keep myself ready for
what waits deep in the woods
credits
from Days Made Of Glass,
released October 6, 2014
music: Szymon Folwarczny
lyrics: Natalia Baranowska
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