Instead Of An Angle

A long, long time ago

A man with a dice on a chain

Had a dream, he had a feeling

He forgot long time ago

Nothing was predictable anymore

No control at all

This scared him so much

He reached for his dice on the chain

It used to calm him down

But not that time

From the sky to the ground

Till the end of the moon

And the birth of a sun

Into your life from a sight

To a view, until the end

I will truly care

I will follow you

I will follow you

Instead of six walls

He found one

Instead of an angle

He found none

Instead of a top side

He could now choose how to hold it

And it never would stay

Where he put it, no control at all

From the sky to the ground

Till the end of the moon

And the birth of a sun

Into your life from a sight

To a view, until the end

I will truly care

I will follow you

I will follow you

Follow you, I will follow you

He looked at the thing on his chain

A ball so round, so light, so blue

Loaded with anger and fear

He broke the chain and threw this thing away

He awoke and grabbed for his dice

In which all his fears

Were locked away from the world

Except for six doors he left open

From the sky to the ground

Till the end of the moon

And the birth of a sun

Into your life from a sight

To a view, until the end

I will truly care

I will follow you

I will follow you

From the sky to the ground

Till the end of the moon

And the birth of a sun

Into your life from a sight

To a view, until the end

I will truly care

I will follow you

I will follow you