It started with a little protection spell,
and ended with fire like burning hell.
The mornings in the corner of the bed.
Painted the sun gray and the walls red.
Water turned into hot burning steam,
Together with fire building a team.
In a corner of my mind is a garden eden,
Call it a myth, call it heaven or Sweden.
It doesn’t matter, its gone when morning comes.
So the weather changes and rain is the sun,
When the moon is up my heart has fun.
No actually it was in love with you.
But it couldn’t stand the fighting forces,
So it ran off again and took all the horses.
And now I am here again, without you.
Don’t listen… it will only hurt you. Please. At least stop after the first one.
Don’t listen to it!
The cards won again, I guess. Was it my fault. I bet.
I know it isn’t good for me, but most of my life isn’t good for me. So what should I say. You are good. You were good to me or at least some of those who read and listened.
Those I listened to myself and read and watched.
Back into the corner we go.