Sobs Blaue Blume

Monday night
I still try to sleep
Lights are cold
From shop windows on the street

And rimfrost glows
Like crystals blown from the mouth that breathes

My eyes are blue
The night is too
We're lost
In space

It's a rocket life
On an open sky
It's a ride
We go down sometimes

Tell myself that it's easy
To let go and leave it
Somewhere you feel it
Slowly beating

Monday night
Angels rise from the sewer
Corner girl dressed in white
Baby, fly