I know you by feel.
You disappear with daylight and open eyes.
Like breath on a window, I trace you in fog.
But the line is a liar.
Everybody falls prey to this shrinking day.
It's days since you've come around.
I set an empty place for you.
The shadow of my joy sweeps across the floor once more,
and the room's on fire.
Everybody falls prey to this shrinking day.
Make room for becoming.
You know this won't last.
The ghosts at your table, they shine and then collapse.
Let go of the people that you've amassed.
Make room for The Curious One!

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN