Marlango

Please let me be
No more no less
Than a beautiful mess

The parade of days
Let me watch from my corner
Let me be a beautiful mess
Let me sleep
Or let me weep
Recall what i lost
And count what i won

Let me be no more no less
Than a beautiful mess
And don't try to map me out
Don't do remarks or landmarks
Let me choose
A way to loose
This beautiful day

'Cos even when you faint
Blood rushes through your sleeping veins

Let me be no more no less
Help me be no more no less
Than a beautiful mess

Would you mind if I just sit down here
And watch you dance that waltz?
It brings faith just to see
What two people can be
With a pattern
And a glass of bubbles

You go round and round and round
round and round

Who can tell if the colours I see
Are the same for you and me?
Who can say if the scent that I smell
Is the same for both of us?

Would you mind if I just sit down here
And watch you dance that waltz?
It gets strength just to see
What two people can be
With a pattern
And a glass of bubbles

You go round and round and round
round and round

Your steps draw the milky way
I see stars glowing in your footsteps

Would you mind if I just sit down here
And watch you dance that waltz?
It gets strength just to see
What two people can be
Given a pattern
And a glass of bubbles

Go round and round and round
And a round building
A milkyway for me

I used to think one day i would learn
The truth about life
Treasured everything i saw
Nailed to the wall of certainties
Then life came along
And casually pulled down
My house

Used to think i would understand
Things now i learned there's nothing
To be understood

Then i believed everything i touched
Was a lie impossible to live up to
Pull down brick by brick
The fence around my life
Burnt the flowers 'cos i thought
They were alibis

Now i observe constructions round me
Architecture of sophisticated lives
Warehouses to pile up mistakes
Woodsheds to hide the dreams we give up on

That time when you can hear footsteps
And deep breathing
That time when shadows grown
When sleeping pills hold me like a baby
Open arms twisted dreams
Tip toe_tip toe_tip toe_tip toe_tip toe_tip toe
Tip toe around the clocks, tip toe
Don't make them tic fast

That time when you can gaze around your life
From deep under your blankets
That time there's nothing you can do
Nothing you can mend
All is still and full
Tip toe
Tip toe around your bed, tip toe
Around yourself
Tip toe
Don't wake yourself up

Hang to the telephone wires
That follow me through the land
The rails i recognise in my hands
I draw black dots in my palms
Give them names and discover
A brand new world
But no matter where i go no matter
I still catch myself

In me i can't invent a new landscape
I have trains advancing through my veins
I build stations and playgrounds for my mind to wader around
The nicotine and games i invent all over again
But no matter i go i catch myself

'Cos i 'm tired of looking out
So i'll hide in my world
All soft with words
Frontiers lost
In my things, in my eyes
In the touch i'll never find
'Cos no matter where i go i reach myself
'Cos i'm inside out
Tripping over my voice
Lost in my noise
Tangled in my hair
But no matter
I still find myself

Slow the eyes
And the lips
Soft the time
And the air
Slow good morning
Slow good night
Slow the game
Soft we play

Silent the way
Wait for you to slowly crawl out of my bed
This soft space
I feel growing
And the moon is upside down

Time goes and suddenly i don't understand
Why things are stuck to the grownd
Instead of flowing
The wrong way round

Children splash
Silently
And the moon is upside down
In this side of the world
As the world goes round
The wrong way

There are children playing on the manpost
'tending they are kids
They can climb up and fall down hard on their knees
Into this grass built for them

This puzzle made of dreams and nightmares
Full of shops and signs,
All the lies behind the curtains
Every rule in conversation

Sometimes, somehow
Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
And it works out
It works out

There are lovers kissing on their arms
Pretending they are stars
Well sometimes when I'm tired
I waste my wishes in city lights

Sometimes, somehow
Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
And it works out
It works out

All the lies behind the curtains
Every rule in conversation
Every lie and every law
Don't convince me as much as when
Somehow sometimes when you miss this city
Smell real life

Sometimes, somehow
Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
And it works out
It works out

Sometimes, somehow
Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
And it works out
It works out

Sometimes