Like the moon dancing on a mirror
The sun rising on the floor
Like the hook catching a bass
Although the man fishes on the grass

Like a stranger sending you a smile
When you seem to be angry
The wise wining over the vile
When a soldier is aiming at his enemy

Is it fake or reality?
No grip of the world surrounding me
Emerging from a frozen collapse
Finding a home I can’t, cannot grasp

Like praying words without faith
And raise your hands to the sky
Like crying at somebody’s death
Since your tears are sugary and dry

Like fire refusing to burn
For having wounded too many hands
A outward journey with no return
That would make a lover in station stand

Is it fake or reality?
No grip of the world surrounding me
Emerging from a frozen collapse
Finding a home I can’t, cannot grasp

Is it fake or reality?
No grip of the world surrounding me
Emerging from a frozen collapse
Finding a home I can’t, cannot grasp