Hey, it's a long way down/From here to the sun…/but we keep smiling though :)

If I was young
I’d take the Rhône
I’d sacrifice those holy dreams
I’d burn down Paris
And bury the details on the shores of la Seine
I’d escape the town
On a drifter blue kite
I’m wandering around
No faith in me to join rags of it
No heart in me to bear proudly
The false voice
Of my false story
For happiness is a cage
And my lips so dry and mute
Cannot whistle with the winds
Centuries of sand
Covering those sincere hands
If I was young
I’d flee tonight
I’d know songs to come along our sleep
As if we were both heroes of lullabies
He truly loved the Mademoiselle
But she threw everything she loved in a muddy river

Silence in here
Just the sound of an old Avignon party
Creeping beneath my window
Accordions playing old awkward dances
Songs coming from years ago…
And the roads we trace in the grass
We cross mountains and we dig skies
Following old canals and old melodies
We reach the church of mistral
And feel the wind through our fingers
Years ago – awkward steps backwards
And kites flying around the chrome planets
And a softened tide swallowing pieces of you and me

I wrote another name on a crumpled page
And discovered
This would be perfect with my face.
I touched the sand
And let slip into the sea.
I stole the ladder
To jump far from there.
I walk on a thread
And call it home,
Capsizing storms.
I catch the sound of another voice
And make it mine
And plait it with my dusty fingers.
On the first cherry flowers snow is melting,
Another music will run into the deep blue sky.
I’m not there anymore
Impostors forbidden
And tightrope walkers
Forced to silence again