Trading My Soul

No time for grief.

Donґt open that door – now let me go back to sleep.

Iґm just in a phase of fading – Iґm left here trading my

Soul.

Iґm spinning that big black hole.

On borrowed wings – nor flesh, nor skin.

We drift like feathers in wind.

Not the end, but I sense it is near.

Iґm in limbo between earth and sky.

I can see all your houses from here.

But donґt you tell me that this is dying.

The walls – The carpets – The curtains – they cloud the

Room.

Iґm left here with no ticket, but I bet weґre leaving

Soon.

Iґm just in a phase of fading. Iґm left here trading my

Soul.

Iґm, spinning that big black hole.

On borrowed wings – nor flesh, nore skin

We drift like feathers in the wind.

Not the end – but I sense it is near.

Iґm in limbo between earth and sky.

I can see all your houses from here

But donґt tell me, that this is dying.