Everywhere I look there’s beauty
But it hurts the eye
Everywhere I go there’s music
To cover my cry

I’m offered the sweetest fruits
But they’ll numb my tongue
I take in the scent of your skin
It won’t stay there for long

The streets are full of light
The colours so loud
But when it’s night
You can’t stand the sound

The rose that pricks my finger
Was plucked with a good intention
I know when I call you
You won’t answer

There’ s a spider on the cloud in the sky
and no, don’t ask me, I don’t know why
I’m having dinner in a submarine
If the sea is blue, my heart is green

The streets are full of light
The colours so loud
But when it’s night
You can’t stand the sound
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by Hannes, Frida