Hair - Scampi

In the morning

I watch the sun rise

Blowing clouds

Out of my lungs

And you,

Ask me for the hundred time

Where all of this is leading

And you

Flatten my hair

With all your weight your hand on me

Would you leave me someday?

Isolated

In the fogs dancing

No words written down

And you,

Ask me for the hundred time

Where all of this is leading

And you

Flatten my hair

With all your weight your hand on me

Would you leave me someday (bis)