2-30

Me, them, the awaiting sun in it's supposed glory
Being tired doesn't exist in our bones anymore
When it comes to going by the bucket lists
Then we just want to live a little more in the night

I'm not even home, I'm not even alone
Just sitting in front of a dream, shining and wide
Friends seem to never get enough of themselves
This is joy we've found deep in the soils

And now, before the moon was creeping above us
Before we found better views of the brighter things
Realizing that we are empty inside, missing sources
Shaped like bread with spreads inside the middle

So as I leave you to take my rest for short times
I can promise that we can rest our heads as lovely as we are
Laugh the neighbours awake next time
And we'll make joyful the moonlight ever again