Fingers stuck in the door of 2009,
The melted chocolate of time
Where war breaks out and the moments melt
As things unknown pivot on the different day
And we seem worlds apart but nestling.
I speak five words or five lines but never enough
Talk is cheap and cheap talk is tough
Here come the signals from above
Driven from heaven and on your head like a dove
This must be love, love, love.
I want to mix things up but my energy’s bankrupt
A power struggle and crisis looms
From mist to morning, from frost to loss
Here in the warm alternatives we can belong.
Here in the New Year we can be strong.