Changing

I can feel the things changing in the way we are behaving

and the physical is aching, but I smile

singing an ode towards the ceiling can complain about the way I’m healing

when the little ones are crying, i’m gonna die

I’m a fragile you, with a crumbling heart

I’m a yes I do

intensively focussed with random obsessions

I want roses and lotus and my desires never dry

I can feel the things changing in the way we are all behaving

and the physical is aching, but I smile

singing an ode towards the ceiling can complain about the way I’m healing

when the little ones are crying, i’m gonna die

I’m a fragile you, with a crumbling heart

I’m a yes I do

singing an ode towards the ceiling

can complain about the way I’m healing

when the little ones are crying

i’m gonna die