A Wall Songtext
von Night Swimming

Enveloped in green
A little girl crunches leaves
Clutching her mother tightly
Through the oak trees

Venturous, no care
The boy with sunflower hair
Shadows his closest friend
Calling for her then


Broken, strange discourse
Voices behind a wall
Structures, patterns, routines
Eyes on phone screens

The sour sound in my head
Makes him weep as I undress
Bite his lip when he draws in close
Tighten my grip, wooden and cold

Nerves are bad tonight
Stay with me a while
Tell me what you think
About anything

Why do you never speak to me
Why do you never speak to me