High Green Grass - Sébastien Schuller

She’s staring

She’s traveling

In our drawing scene

She’s traveling

High grass

Evening twilight

In a storm

You leave the crowd

In our nights, our sleep

When it’s cold and grey

You wish all your fears

Could just blow away

Sunday

Pensive sorrow

When you draw away

In our songs

Starkness

(in the) midnight silence

You’re still traveling

In our thoughts

You’re still in our thoughts when it’s fall

In the movement of our coats when it’s blowing