If I could turn back time,
I'll go back to that March evening.
When you have started to bid me goodbye,
I should have hugged you.
I should have let you feel my warmth.
I should have shared that coffee with you
When you asked me where I'll go.
I should have looked into your eyes deeper.
I might even see it clearer.
That you are not that into me.
Now this heart 'twill gonna be clever.
I should have asked you from the start.
What are these late-night dinners for?
What are these messages you keep sending me?
Oh, girl. You were just daydreaming.
God, please let him vanish in my thoughts.
I need an eraser.

The glistening blue blanket cradling moves
Brings the sky and the white clouds close.
The world is flat like glass
And the vastness of the sea won't even be measured up to its last.

And if I would sink to its bottom,
The waves will dance me to this beauty I can't fathom.
Now it is holding me still, bringing me closer
The waves grant me memories I will always remember.

Lushing out my way to try
And then my eyes meet the sky
The sun just set
Creating a canvass of purple and red
Above is getting darker
While city lights begin to blunder
Birds are heading home
Old and young begins to sing a song
Of endless hope
For a brighter tomorrow.

And here I stand, waiting
For the next push, next move
Onto the abyss of my next thoughts
I may gasp for air, seek for the light
I'll make it sure to keep on hold
On Your hands I give it all.

Picking time is fine
Ticking like fishes' fins
Frolicking, wiggling
Whispering gritting wit.

First sit, it lingers
Sighing high, it quivers
Spilling guilt, it figures
Riding it sick, hits sinners.

Time chimes, brings kicking stirs
Filling 'lil strips in sinister
Ticking 'til lips hints limbs
Skin shivers, lifting fists.

Risk this click, slick tick
Find lines, hide lies
Times strikes right 'til night
Sit still, it ditches 'til it's bright.

Picking this time is fine
It ticks like fishes' fins
Prickling, sinking, wiggling
With wits will whisper.

First sit it lingers
Sighing high, it quivers
Spilling guilt, it figures
Riding it sick, hits sinners.

Life chimes with kicking stirs
Filling 'lil strips in sinisters
Singing 'til lips hints limbs
Skin will shiver, lifting fists.

Risk this click, lick, tick
Find lines, hide lies
Time strikes right 'til night
Sit still, sniff it 'til it's bright.