oh well let's see, let's talk it out
(too cinematic, too obscure)
what even was that thing about?
what made me say it out loud?
when it's been here, and then - no more
you feel so solid and so pure.
I feel the need to touch your skin.
you're water, ice, concrete and more
it never felt this way before
you're making all that's moving spin
this can't be happening - I say,
inside, as happy as can be.
then fast over the edge I'm thrown
all withered up for you to see
but you're too solid and too slow.
there has to be some kind of flow
to which you're used to, I should think
with which I have to learn to go
before again I would be thrown
by my own head over the brink