Desire - Tristesse de la Lune

Experience:

There is a lady down the hall who paints

Butterflies and insects

And there are little statues in the room

She works with clay

And I went in there

And sat on the couch and had something to drink

Her life stands still

She waited for herself

She tried to forget

What she once was

This way was too long

She can’t find herself

And her life changed

She found a new desire

And could not get enough

She says: I’m deranged

It’s too hard for me

The moon danced around her

She felt so alive

Showed what she could be

She flew too high

Into empty skies and

She layed down into the stars

Her life stands still

She needed for herself

She tried to forget

What she once was

Then I noticed

One of the statues had his back turned to us

He stood there brooding, poor bastard

And I asked the lady

What’s wrong with him?

And she said…

I’m deranged

It’s too much for me

Pushed me down

It’s something in my mind

Nobody can heal me

I found a new desire

And could not get enough

She dreamed herself away

This life seemed not real to her

Made wrong decisions

And can’t find a way out

She ruined herself and

Did not see what went wrong

This was not meant for her