Well, now she’s ready.
There’s just her and the sky.
She prays with a little song of her life.
She ends with that phone call.
Is just a leap of faith.
Air blowing her hair as the body fades away.
But then she gains a blue friend
And his hands are strong enough to surface the weight of her pain.
‘’Your doctor really did get held up again, Regan.
It’s never as bad as it seems.’’
And when we get our knifes and stab our arms
Writing we don’t give a damn for this shit of life.
Well, I do believe in hope!
To write love on her arms,
Get this candle on my heart.
And take this razorblade from her hands!
They say to you to stop hiding yourself behind this wall!
‘Cause they think there’s someone in there!
It is about love?
About meaning?
About friends?
About solitude?
About dreams?
About sickness?
About complexities?
About the world?
About your mind?
They would never let you go on your own!
To write love on her arms,
Get these words here, on my heart
And take this razorblade from her hands.
‘’You’re much stronger than you think you are!
Trust me. Trust me.’’
And when we get our knifes and stab our arms
Writing we don’t give a damn for this shit of life.
Well, I do believe in hope!
II – Queen of a World
What if I am alive?
What if I am dead?
Do I believe they would take a care?
I felt so wrong since the 90s came.
And it hurts me so much when I want to
Have a bit of hope.
Welcome to free love, they say.
But I don’t believe in luck.
And I want to believe in something.
I can’t say if things are going to be ok.
But we always have a second try.
And you know… you know I don’t give a fuck.
III – Free Love
If she’s happy I don’t know, sir
But Regan is fine today
We should thank that pretty nice guy.
You know what?
It’s all about attention sometimes.
And yes, I guess Regan’s fine.
Would you hug that lone girl crying on the seat?
Would you stop the headphone guy and ask him how he is?
Would you understand that the kings of our worlds could fall?
Would you understand that we’re casting actors all the time?
Would you say?
Welcome to free love, they say.
But we’re not free.
And love is something we deny to see.
But we’ll try.
I guess we’ll try.
I tried to write love on her arms.
Regan is just fine.