I found you on the topfloor of nowhere
You looked at me like you would your father
You feel like a little lamb
In the corner of the grand space, you
Left for dead no redemption
Petrified there awaiting my touch to calm you
Would our´s be the dwindling sunset soon in darkness
Would our´s be the delicious cake everyone took slices of
In that grey rooftop
I saw your eyes wide open
I saw you look at me like your saviour.
You are our delicious cake.
Tapping me on the shoulder
Your nightdress radiating innocence
Left you there on the top floor of nowhere
Our farewell some gatecrasher
neither of us had invited.
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