In a box Songtext

von Three merry widows

In a box

Leaning to the ground lightheaded
Tripping on words
That are bigger than I am
Resting where I used to stand
I stab the earth with fisted hand
And falling through
Become you

Dirt is pulling me
Or is that you
As my minds eye now sees with two
Moveless limbs
As if held by glue

Aching for the surface
Thinking maybe metamorphis
Is this that I am wincing from
Then staring as if stricken dumb
Into the eyes of a stranger one than i
Who, crying with a mouth thats closed
Now having seen what noone knows
Cold water splash face
I'm running in the closing race
I bend down to the ground
And wonder