A black carpet in the entrance of his brother’s house
Unclean jugs with a smell of new made coffee
A smile from an unusually cute young woman
However - the house was built out of love


A half broken outside with a completed inside
Stroked my heart
His inside suddenly seemed so empty
With a gold glazed outside


Walking and thinking
Talking to the road about the thoughts of my life
Singing loudly with the birds
Wondering


Soon the white queen waves her spar over this part of the world
Turning water in to ice
Inside another house lives Hans and his wife
She cries and he lives a double life


Alone on my hillock
Thinking on the cards I saw the other day
What did they really try to tell me?
Sometimes I speak my mind to loud Sometimes not loud enough


Beautiful world stay with the light
Today I’m fine
Tomorrow I’m bind
Give me a sign I promise I’ll keep it in mind