I'm standing on a rooftop
I see the moon
all of them actually
haven't seen them before
all the crazy things
I'm not sure
while you're standing there
I'm falling fast
lazing in the park
I see the sanctuary
white, pure, blessed
sure I'm safe
when my lashes fall
and when I fall
I feel like I'm a vermin
or - am I?
I'm shivering in a middle of a fight
knives equals blood
green fills my eyes
I'm losing it
so many wounds
too many to count
am I dying here?
please answer me
counting my days with fingers
they're hanging on air
just like me
not too high
but certainly it's enough
to you - to me
can I finally fall asleep?
I hope so
- Kalle Jalonen 2008