What is s/he staring at?
At the center of an empty planet
As if s/he is praying, or just drawing a line
Must be dreaming a sad dream
Birds by the window
Talking of love
What are they singing about, flying around today?
Looking for a new day to chase
Finding for a place to put my feet on
Tying up the time that wandering around
And project them on the bottom of my heart
Past year’s shoes
The moon phase yesterday
And each single tear dropped from your eyes
Pattern on the robe of night tell us a story
Though thesе words are hazed
Under a bright light
Flowеrs by the window
Talking of love
I hear you singing