First sight through weary eyes
Try not to look surprised
A head, neck, a collarbone
And what's beneath?
Valleys and hills of gold
And I am stuck in between
Home alone, investigate
If you're too old or I was born too late
A face, a hand on ivory
And silently
I'm walking on my teeth
But that's fine with me
Sundays, like chewing clouds
He wore me inside out
Each time I step in Airplanes
I feel the same
How can anybody want to procreate?
Sundays come back again
Pinch it and give it a name
Put it in a box and
Curtain it off
Hoping time may go circular
credits
from PLANKTON,
released February 1, 2018
Music: Sonja Ott
Lyrics: Leoni Altherr