Yes, I let the stone fall from the tree Frozen eyes of winter to maturity Yet I stroke the fragile walls of glass in my head How I want to take a hammer and say
Don't you see the crystal clear With all its deformations Excuse me if I wait too long I just say that I don't go on
No, I don't eat apples from the tree Broken eyes of winter to maturity Yet I stroke the fragile shards of glass in my hand How I want to put them down and say
Don't you see the crystal clear With all its deformations Excuse me if I wait too long I just say that I don't go on
How long must we talk about the same? When all I want is stay and break into this ice