The idiot walks along a canvas
Sunday rendezvous; mister phobia
"Maybe, today, fear will go away, I'll fly!"
A gruesome rain, a seraph wailing
Flapping madly, shaking on the wing
"Listen, my friend, never look down from the cliff"
"Take care, beware! do try to catch the eclipse"
Obsession, the will to fly (It would be nice)
Still, a nagging doubtful mind (It will be fine)
Straight ahead half luna shines (Now is the time)
Here comes darkness
Distanced from above
Bold emptiness
Omniscient fog
Obsession, the will to fly (It would be nice)
Still, a nagging doubtful mind (It will be fine)
Straight ahead half luna shines (Now is the time)
Up on the edge
Ready! one, two, go!
Rat or angel
Does one really know?
The idiot walk along a canvas
