In that second between living and fading
I think in all the fields of sunflowers I haven't met
or how good are your lips pressed into mine
I wait patiently
And smile for things that i haven't seen yet
The taste of blood on my lips
Reminds me of the fall
Trying to learn to ride a bike by myself
And the bruises on my knees
Dont compare
With the happiness on the frist ride
You make me so happy
And i'm grateful
For this
For us.