Fell asleep in a shelter
Made out of old junk
After the storm
No clue where we’re flying to
Feeling so anxious
Each spring time
We’re flapping about like plastic bags

The ghosts banished from my diary
Which I burnt in early summer

A rustling sound in the corridor
Somewhere in my heart
Through the frosted window
If I was aware of the eyes behind the lens
How would I sing?
Golden reflections of our life
In the afternoon sunlight
Chocolates melting in my pocket

By making it a song
Can I keep the memory?
I just came to love it now

The two lines come close and then get away
Some easy tricks on Cat’s Cradle
That I can’t do so well any more
On a musical stave
Seasons pass so fast
Each spring time
We’re floating there like balloons

The ghosts banished from my diary
Which I burnt in early summer

A rustling sound in the corridor
Somewhere in my heart
Through the frosted window
If I was aware of the eyes behind the lens
How would I sing?
Golden reflections of our life
In the afternoon sunlight
Chocolates melting in my pocket

By making it a song
Can I keep the memory?
I just came to love it now

By making it a song
Can I keep the memory?
I just came to love it now