If it's a joke then put it on me,
Send your caution carelessly,
'Cause it's not me who minds.
It is the sky and it's inside me.
I know the kind, I know,
I'm new and fresh and young,
Except that I have seen the sun,
Grow old and tired of storms and fire,
She falls to cool beneath the sea.
To give her rest, I would that it were me.
Stay quiet, don't you say a word
Don't resist the breath of hurt
You hold it all so tightly,
Let it go.
No need to say you love me,
Just hear what I am giving,
Let it sit there, let it sink in...
On paper, just appearance,
Ink in a plastic figure
Ball point rolls away
and I am tired...
He wrinkles in his sigh,
But just around his eyes.