Pera

In the tree there's a pear,
that fell on her head,
the bird's voice fades away,
with no room for doubt,
the light rises like a note,
she gets lost in delays.

Please don't take too long,
please don't you take too long.
Please don't take too long,
please don't you take too long.
I might be asleep.

And now I can finally tell her,
nothing can protect me like her skin,
and now everything's so clear,
I can just turn into an idea.
Ahhh pa ra ra, ahhh.

In the garden I had,
half the distance to the center,
the truth is irrelevant,
the pear is falling down.

Please don't take too long,
please don't you take too long.
Please don't take too long,
please don't you take too long.
I might be asleep.
I might be asleep.