Out of the window I can see the beach
children are building castles,
but the tide’s already turning.
In the distance stands a lighthouse,
useless for a long long time,
cause the light’s stopped burning.
Like the castles my faith’s been washed away.
I’m always the loser,
so what’s the use anyway.
And you were my lighthouse,
but your love has faded away.
No hard feelings, isn’t that what they always say?
But no compassion I shout,
maybe I’ll find another to lean on.
We dig for God, we have no choice
Because we are mortal singular
We dig for God and language
It has to be hidden somewhere
A snail dragged it’s towers
But it died and dissolved
A cloud spoke yes and amen
In bird’s eyes view we held on
to a tree without roots
And now sometimes I wonder
that we are not just bodies and minds
We’re such little creatures
in the endless universe
It sounds pretentious
to believe that there’s life after death
So dig for God and don’t be a snail
when you can’t acept your mortality.