Paper Doors - Felix Riebl
I wanna watch it at the corner of the shore,
Where the waves are very peaceful in the sound of distant war.
I wanna dive into its moment like a seal that swims beneath the storm.
I wanna be inside its silence of a sound,
Where the memory of our future is just echoing around.
I wanna feel it like a heartbrat beneath the crashing of the clouds.
I wanna dance with it across the empty hall,
Where the mystery of the through-step is a secret,
As the fall that is always in the motion like a still and ever flowing boat.
I wanna go inside its place that never sleeps,
Not New York but somehow be lonely,
The universive that bleeps like the light out on a wing piece of a plane,
Seen by one so far below.
I wanna slam it as the bells about begins,
Hold it down for a three count or just catch it on the chin,
I wanna know it as it lies there in the blood and spit and say that's what I can.
I wanna measure it in numbers like the sand,
I wanna calculate its distance in the outstretch of my hand,
When the sun is on the otherside,
It's sleeping behind paper doors in Japan.
Yes, when the sun is on the otherside
It's sleeping behind paper doors in Japan.
Say that he did, that he did, that he did... that he did...
When the sun is on the otherside,
It's sleeping behind paper doors in Japan.