slipping through the universe
sleeping on some comets
waiting for the rain that holds
me warm
on the outside i'm ill
inside i'm still and warmth
calling my sister, asking for some words
i'm slipping, sleeping through the universe
when my wounds stop to bleed
i'll loose a part of me
that one that grows roots under my feet
to love is for losers
the ones that trust to much
i want to be a loser all of my life
always a lover never the bride
for example i love the stars
nature is some great art
and sometimes i can believe in its artist: god
i love my sadness truly
i love it, every bit of it
it's beautiful as a magnolia
i will be myself as long as it lasts
cause sadness lets you see the outer space inside of us
the universe is pure is love