Sometimes

Sometimes in the morning light is too bright
When I spent the whole night drinking and playing cards

Sometimes the silence is too lound
When I am waiting for an answer

Sometimes the night is too dark
When I am alone and I am waiting for you

Sometimes the crowd is too loud
When I try to listen to your sweet nothings

Sometimes I am not blind enough
To see what happens in the world

Sometimes I want to fly
Just to escape this whole madness

And sometimes...

I know that all of this keeps me alive....