Mayfly Testo

mayfly

our feet in the water

nothing can stir her

we stay dry

their only some words are
to disarm your sword hand

if ever we link hands

divided we stand

as if we were right or unright

sometimes it's just a slow life



mayfly

sometimes i hide here

under the sea foam

a slow life
passes me by like

a runaway train might

forever we lap sand

provided we stand

as if we were right or unright

sometimes it's just a slow life