Electra

I prattle words in a range of phrases

But still there´s something missing over and over again

I am making a sentence, sequences of clauses

But the world is grey without a freak out

Stone cold we are acting the merry play

Love grows heavy behind

the barred windows, screaming from the bed

We briefly kiss each other our strict goodbye

And days pass by without embrace – a silent cortege

So I keep on my mere prattling, killing time

No matter how sad, I hide my feelings

It´s necessary to live in order, to sail one ship

Drown my own betrayal and lie to myself

Live for the lie and rest in peace

Stone cold we are acting the merry play

Love grows heavy behind

the barred windows, screaming from the bed

We briefly kiss each other our strict goodbye

And days pass by without embrace – a silent cortege