I’ve chosen
made my choice
choosing you
choosing me
I’ve tried to melt the iceberg
inside
but I’ve locked out spring
and the sun
and I’ve knocked myself
unconscious
now I forgot completely
your face
the smell of your cushions haunts me in my sleep
‚till I see you on the matress, throwing pillows
I’m handing you devoted birthday presents
searching for the song I want to play for you
in my dad’s vinyl collection
I’m visiting the town of your childhood
and get lost in the corridors of a church
then, stealing from your plate in Venice
losing my path in London
tumbling throug a maze
in search for you
I’ve become a statue
made of stone
I’ve become a portrayal
of Virgin Mary
I’ve become a silent worshipper
of sacrifice
I’ve chosen
made my choice
choosing you
choosing me
