Weiß, Weiß, Weiß sind alle meine Kleider
Weiß, Weiß, Weiß ist alles was ich hab, deswegen liebe ich alles was so Weiß ist, weil mein Schatz ein ...
I'm holding your white chrysanthemums,wrapped in brown craft paper, as you walk away from me, And in hinesight it is I that made you this way, you were the feeling that cotton candy-like clouds on an evening sky gave me.I made you so that I could never reach you, you're like the main lead of a romantic dramawho always gets the girl, and I made you so, So that the stage shown too bright for you to notice me, but still, you plucked me from the butterfly busheson the side of these tracks, and in hinesight, I know now, that where you found me is where you'd leave me, I was your common flower, a plain Jane, You fashioned me in spring dresses, you made me so that I was wholly yours. Your heart dreamed me up and designed me by way of your wealth, Though today I'm holding this bouquet of flowers for youbehind my back, like you did just once.I was never one for surpises, how could you know? Aren't I meant to hold roses right now ? typically, one would. They're crimson like love, aren't they?like the love we breathedin the form of morning breathand coffee before the kids woke up, until these thorns suffocated us. And for this shakespearean love we lived,and were it not for that love of ours,I might've survived you. Today I stand in the rain,watching as you try to balance your weight on the metal of these tracks, I find myself and staring at her, a woman with blueberry skin, with your name written all over the dirt beneath her fingernails, I notice the numbness in my own still hands. It is then for her It is then for me That I lay down white chrysanthemums,wrappped in brown craft paper, and like a child I try to balance on the metal of these tracks,before walking further,until the grey and dim turns into cotton candy-like clouds on this evening sky.