Why have fun when we can suffer?
Why be a team when we can be alone?
We never could have what we wanted,
And that is where we feel at home, so
- Don't break the chain!
- Don't ease the pain!
For the sun is too blinding for my eyes
They are used to dark and dusty rooms,
Where all my thoughts can spin around
Like little particles of dust they are,
- The slightest stir can blow them off the ground.
But unreflected they will settle,
And no one ever needs to see...
What a frightened little boy I am,
How scared I am of being free, so
- Don't stir me!
- Don't touch me!
For your love is too blinding for my heart.
My heart is used to beat in silence.
A steady rhythm that I know.
Your heart beat's young and fast and open...
That's why you really ought to go, so
- Don't love me!
- Don't reach me!
For your life is too blinding for my mind.
My mind's a black and frantic spider
That has been caught in its own web.
The only thing now that can save me
Is to pretend that I am dead.
© 1999 Katharina Heinrich