I wan't to draw a brush stroke,
paint over my baddest feeling.
I wan't to hold my heart,
you know only for a little while
to really see that it's beating.

I wan't to be one with the time,
playing tag with my thoughts.
Try to make the time twisted
and read a book that is not yet written.

I wan't to be able crying
without my eyes beeing wet,
touch everything
that can't be touched yet.
In tough moments
I wan't to be able taking the fights.
But what I really want is
dancing the moonwalk in the northern lights.