If I Die
Hey daughter, say a word about living
But mind dealing with taste
He did appear, it did occur, but did nothing
To make make a shelter of our place
Well, karma doesn't work
I'm drowning in a thirst forcing me to climb all the ladders
Don't save any pain
It'll come alive
If you die and I don't, with your words will you come back
Tonight I feel baptized in the concrete
Leading me somewhere I don't mind
My thoughts play saxophones out in streams
An accordion replies
And I'm keeping occupied
Trying to recognize
The pace of your talk in that world
Not in faith, in our traces we are alive
If you die and I don't, with your words will you come back
Hey daughter say a word about living
But mind dealing with taste
Our thoughts need a proper form endlessly
Don't you know I'm applying for a contact?
Don't you know I'm a sign on a line?
Don't you know that I'm wondering..
If I die and you don't with my words will I come back?
Die and you don't with my words will I come back..
(We are said to a part of a picture
Well, if so I'd rather call you a detail
At first glance you probably wouldn't be noticed
But when unveiled you make it all an unforgettable sight)