Il Y A

There is the painting, the birds, the wingspan,
Fighting against the wind
There are the edges, the distances, your look,
When you walk just ahead

There are the cracks, closed locks,
As if kites had flown away
There is the literature, the lack of momentum, the inertia, the movement
Sometimes we look at things as they are, wondering why
Sometimes we look at them as they could be, saying why not
There is there there, if we took the time, if we took the time
There is the literature, the lack of momentum, the inertia, the movement
Sometimes we look at things as they are, wondering why
Sometimes we look at them as they could be, saying why not

There are the mysteries, the silence, under the sea
Fighting against time
There are the edges, the distances, your look,
When you walk just ahead
There are the whispers, a sigh, the adventure,
As if kites were tangled
There is the literature, the lack of momentum, the inertia, the movement
Sometimes we look at things as they are, wondering why
Sometimes we look at them as they could be, saying why not
Sometimes we look at things as they are, wondering why
Sometimes we look at them as they could be, saying why not