Orlando

When I wait
When I wait beneath the
When I wait
Beneath the egg yolk sun
And reflect on the days gone
I'd like to feel, believe, it was worth it
That it was for someone

Life it sings, it croons, like a kettle on a hob
Life, Life what art thou?

When I return from the depths of the night
I hope to see your world, but still alive
Or is that just me?
Is that just we?

Don't you remember yourself from this love
Stop being that endless turning cog
And live a little bit, breath a little bit