Barefoot On Sunrays

Dreams or caves 
Just something to forget myself 
Blind or deaf 
Or something worse to bear the nights 

Afternoon 
We're sitting at the table 
Lights are dimmed 
No windows in the dining room 

I try to think of funny days 
We're walking barefoot on sunrays 

Mother's mute 
She's weeping at a lonely place 
Mad and dark 
This house is like a grave 

I try to think of funny days 
We're walking barefoot on sunrays 

Yearning for the flight 
Yearning for a weightless flight