Lovely hands
fold the paper down
out comes something
wholly new and small
a birth of love
formed by swans and doves
folded paper hearts
And a slow beating pulse
says hello to you
I am someone new
keep me safe and warm
and I will feed your heart
Lovely hands
fold the paper down
out comes something
wholly new and small
a birth of love
formed by swans and doves
folded paper hearts
And a slow beating pulse
says hello to you
I am someone new
keep me safe and warm
and I will feed your heart
Kijk ik val,
ik val en land zachtjes
op de oren van de dove man.
Ik sta stil
en bewonder rustig
de gangen van geen gehoor.
En vraag me af
wat er zou gebeuren
als ik zou gaan schreeuwen.
In deze plek
zonder echo's,
waar niemand me kan horen.