Everything they both wish for
She wishes a clear horizon
That shows her when he walks around
So that her face with anxious eyes
Can hesitate, assess, and smile
He wishes to reach high ground
To marvel at the stream below
And when she'll dive in for her bath
His thirst will turn to fear
She wishes the wind to blow
Blow strong below her nose
And whisper his thousand names
So she can think of him and frown
He wishes his feet to fly
Above the yellow grass
So that his path towards her dining room
Will hide under the sky
And when you hold your breaths in angst
Open your eyes
Panic will serve you well
You feel your skin so soft and bare
But not much else, no, not much else
And when you hold your arms and pray
"It's not today, it's not today I die"
You feel your heart so fast, so fast, so fast
But not much else
She wishes a black new moon
To analyse the stars
And predict his next unconscious move
That traps him in her crib
He wishes a garden full of holes
That he can dig for her
So that in nights of loneliness
He sleeps away his nervous cries
She wishes her walls to hold
Hold strong against his howls
And shelter her soul against his nails
That scratch behind the trees
He wishes a bit of courage
To look inside himself
As he raises both his hands up high
One strikes, the other yields
One hand strikes, the other yields
And in that moment
Face to face
Smash his head
Eat her heart
There is no time
You can't escape
It's such a shame
Oh what a shame
Your hesitation gets the blame
Eyes to eyes, guts to brains
You crave for signs of deep affection
But nothing stares back
Nothing stares back
Nothing stares back
Nothing stares back
Nothing stares back
And they both wish they had never met
Both wish they had never met
And nothing stares back
Nothing stares back
No, nothing stares back
There's nothing just yet
That shows her when he walks around
So that her face with anxious eyes
Can hesitate, assess, and smile
He wishes to reach high ground
To marvel at the stream below
And when she'll dive in for her bath
His thirst will turn to fear
She wishes the wind to blow
Blow strong below her nose
And whisper his thousand names
So she can think of him and frown
He wishes his feet to fly
Above the yellow grass
So that his path towards her dining room
Will hide under the sky
And when you hold your breaths in angst
Open your eyes
Panic will serve you well
You feel your skin so soft and bare
But not much else, no, not much else
And when you hold your arms and pray
"It's not today, it's not today I die"
You feel your heart so fast, so fast, so fast
But not much else
She wishes a black new moon
To analyse the stars
And predict his next unconscious move
That traps him in her crib
He wishes a garden full of holes
That he can dig for her
So that in nights of loneliness
He sleeps away his nervous cries
She wishes her walls to hold
Hold strong against his howls
And shelter her soul against his nails
That scratch behind the trees
He wishes a bit of courage
To look inside himself
As he raises both his hands up high
One strikes, the other yields
One hand strikes, the other yields
And in that moment
Face to face
Smash his head
Eat her heart
There is no time
You can't escape
It's such a shame
Oh what a shame
Your hesitation gets the blame
Eyes to eyes, guts to brains
You crave for signs of deep affection
But nothing stares back
Nothing stares back
Nothing stares back
Nothing stares back
Nothing stares back
And they both wish they had never met
Both wish they had never met
And nothing stares back
Nothing stares back
No, nothing stares back
There's nothing just yet
Credits
Writer(s): Federico Delfrati
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Other Album Tracks
- The arrival of Jane as time flows backwards
- Chapter two: inside the painted cave and its inhabitants
- The thief, the pleaser, the liar and the clown
- Chapter four: the saber-tooth tiger explains a few things about Homines Sapientes
- Everything they both wish for
- Chapter six: the distressed Homines Erecti
- Inside the (quantum) dot
- Chapter eight: Jane falls into the first memory of an Australopithecus
- Steinwurf
- Jane’s library (a canon for seven organs, a drum machine and a lonely monkey)
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