If I could born, as a guitar
It would be better than being in love.
If I could play, like a string
It would be better than being in love.
Silence of walls whispered in my eyes
try to sleep, try be deep.
Choirs of emotion nudged my shadow
try to keep, the pain beneath,
Though whole of the half
I dreamt ago
painted half of the whole
I let forgo.
My cries took me above
somewhere up in the space
And I melted down softly
falling from grace.
If I could born as a flute
It would be better than being in love
If I could whistle, like a wood
It would be better than being in love.
In my mind I hate my presence
set to sow, set to mow.
In my heart the fog is dense
set to glow, set to flow,
We need a master
to live a lie,
why not truth be given
few more tries.
Why love is a letter
to lost address,
And heart goes Belgium
for diamond race.
If I could born, as a lake
It would be better than being in love
If I could sing, like a pond
It would be better than being in love.
