especially at night when it isn't dark
i feel this need in my heart
i remember you sayin': "you've got bubbles in your
blood"
it's hard to believe it when not even the air could
fill the beating emptiness
your funny laughter so hoarse
not even the clouds could ever pour out all the tears
and years before your age
one sweet day i might remember how world was
one sweet day i might not have forgotten how your face
looled like when i looked at your face down
steadily at your eyes i used to stare, i feel i need
to compare all the times we have bubbles in our heads,
easily we lived then
when not even the bomb could bring us to the sadness,
your funny laughter would sound like not even the gods
of heaven allow to the voice of an angel of green
earth's face
