Shaking Hands - The Funeral Portrait

Cough up that medication

Say, «I'm all right today, I’m just fine»

Because a greying face in the sky is turning jealous eyes to what’s behind the

sun

Give them their second chances and spend your days just trading glances

Then steady hands will appear to us again

All at once, they rest their eyes when they chose to split the sky in two

One half for me, and one for you too

I fled the enigmatic state to be the author of my fate

You can’t take me anyway

You dig the tunnel, and I’ll hide the soil as we walk between the candles

spread out on the floor

My sky is starting to come down, when there’s no one else around

Falling now are pieces of the sky

I can only take so much uncertainty