Mama Selita: Na Pół

So Many Meanings, Too Few Words
Do you remember that night? It broke me in two
Cold outside, but inside – fire
Still burning in me, in you
Tell me – can you calmly look down
Standing at the edge, admired by the crowd
A collection of feelings like holiday photos
Our faith in what isn’t real
Big words that were too big for us
I want to scream: this makes no sense
Your eyes – shine of fear
Your eyes the color of my lies

So hard to rise, so hard to stand
When so many memories steal your sleep
And there’s no day, there’s no night
Just this strange fear

It hits me, deeper and deeper
Knife in a balloon – oops, that’s my brain
Throwing out a flood of words, a sea of nonsense
A stream of words that now mean nothing
We met in a blazing summer, every park was ours
We slept through the days – who sleeps at night when the world’s in bloom?
Sleepwalkers jumping from rooftop to rooftop
Chalk outlines – we were bound to fall
It’s strange, hearing myself talk
Biting my lips with my teeth, crimson
How did I let us bleed out?

So hard to rise, so hard to stand
When so many memories steal your sleep
And there’s no day, there’s no night
Just this strange fear

This is my heart – cut it in half
Shoot it with a hail of bullets
It’s dangerous, like a flying knife
A tightrope walker who’s gone on a binge
/2x

It’s dangerous /5x
It’s dangerous like a flying knife

This is my heart – cut it in half
Shoot it with a hail of bullets
It’s dangerous, like a flying knife
A tightrope walker who’s gone on a binge
/2x