Your House - Walter Benjamin

It’s so windy back home

Little girl

Where the TV screen goes to sleep

And your tiny dances should rule

The outside world

I am a glad outsider just to watch you dance

I am a glad outsider just to watch you dance

Will you let me in sometime

Just enter the gate

And go upstairs

Like God?

I’ve heard you used to bash the keys

In the morning

Before it all started to make sense

It all made sense to you

But I have never seen the truth written in your books

I have never seen the truth written in your books

It was left on the ashtrays

Where we used to finish our cigarettes

— and they’re over now

Will you let me in sometime

Just enter the gate

And go upstairs

Like God?

Your ghosts look beautiful to me

Your ghosts look beautiful to me