Alles Du, alles Dur

Teeth chattering, teeth grinding,
with harsh, gruff faces, glances, comments.
This must be the hard, real life.
Everyone has their fate, their burden, their comfort.
I was almost desperate from the toil of the long road.
What am I doing here?
I see no long paths, just points of frustration on the way to you.

And then in your arms, everything's fine, everything else doesn't matter.
All you, all good,
everything's just a ticklish laugh, I feel at ease.
These are moments, like gifts,
like drinks with lime juice and alcohol.
And then in your arms, everything's fine, everything else doesn't matter.
I'm free, I'm a kid, and we're on our way.
The world is open to explore,
so we might as well
hide out here today.

And blah blah blah, so much chatter
and I struggle and I wait and I stare.
Abracadabra, here I am!
In your four walls, a cozy tent,
with a window to the sky,
and a door to the world.

And then in your arms, everything's fine, everything else doesn't matter.
Priceless hours,
painting colorful pictures on your wall.
Days feel like seconds, and you my prince and foundling in Wonderland.
And then in your arms, everything's fine, everything else doesn't matter.
All you, all good, it would just be dumb
if I closed my eyes now and then opened them
and suddenly you weren't there at all.

Even if everything outside is dull,
everything's lame, everything's minor,
it's all the same to me,
I step in as a princess into your kingdom.

And then in your arms, everything's fine, everything else doesn't matter.
All you, all good,
everything's just a ticklish laugh, I feel at ease.
Moments like gifts,
like drinks with grenadine and alcohol.
And then in your arms, everything's fine, everything else doesn't matter.
The world's chatter seems trivial.
Here I can be who I am,
free with my heart in hand
and three words in mind,
and three words in mind,
and three words in mind.