Hair

In the morning
I watch the sun rise
Blowing clouds
Out of my lungs
And you,
Ask me for the hundred time
Where all of this is leading
And you
Flatten my hair
With all your weight your hand on me
Would you leave me someday?
Isolated
In the fogs dancing
No words written down
And you,
Ask me for the hundred time
Where all of this is leading
And you
Flatten my hair
With all your weight your hand on me
Would you leave me someday (bis)