On a tomahawk
I am sitting on a tomahawk looking down at you
You just cant see me anymore you’re looking at your shoe
Picking all the flowers on the meadows of your path
Singing songs of joy and scaring off the envious wrath
Your braided hair looks oily when it is really wet
Sometimes I wish there are some things that I can forget
Noises full of life are penetrating every wall
Pushing me further away from every fall
So can you hear me the one that I seek
You are the silence inside of me
You are the eye who watches the river
You are the bringer of every shiver
Take away my every shame
Look behind the curtain of blame
Take this quagmire-energy and set it free
Lighten up all the spots I cant see
just wait
