The Cranes Are Scared Of Sunwords Paroles

From the giggling summer-sun over all the seas

with you; We spoke for days, sunwords.

Have we held the many years as tatters fluttering?

When did you came to see what we had become?



Just a moving image there.

Just imagining.



You and I, we climbed stairs and punched the ball around.

Panoramic views as such, we were in clover.


Just a moving image there.

Just imagining.



Our clouds are Sky.



Pleading darkness and selling thoughts as forerunners.

Speak of the sun and give in to the sound.

A self portrait as a drowned man,

I am you and you were me, and we both knew how to fall.

Sunwords...

We spoke for days,

Sunwords.



Just a moving image there.

Just imagining.