I have been waking to a mouth of feathers,
grinding teeth in my sleep
and dreaming of Luxembourg.
Giants surround me and call me 'friend'.
I can't see the stars
for their mobile phones,
for their fat wallets and career plans.
I have no coastlines to wander;
only old paths I can cross once again.
I have learned to speak in a thousand tongues
and yet still have little to offer.
Let me buy you a drink,
let me adjust awkwardly in your gaze.
I have seen too many wars
pass over my head,
and now I am looking for love once again.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
I have been waking to a mouth of feathers,
grinding teeth in my sleep
and dreaming of Luxembourg.
Giants surround me and call me 'friend'.
I can't see the stars
for their mobile phones,
for their fat wallets and career plans.
I have no coastlines to wander;
only old paths I can cross once again.
I have learned to speak in a thousand tongues
and yet still have little to offer.
Let me buy you a drink,
let me adjust awkwardly in your gaze.
I have seen too many wars
pass over my head,
and now I am looking for love once again.
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