I lied myself by the river
the knights were courting me
on the pier I called you on the pier I called you
the wind was caressing my hair
I sat on the riverbank
The boys sat a little further away
I was thinking of you
The silence and the lost shoe
I know you were looking for me
and I was looking for you
like in a book of hope
I lied to myself that I didn't miss you
I lied to myself that a fling would be enough
And I dictated to myself to push my pleasures
to stuff my men in a sack
I obeyed patience
I stood on the pier with sheets in my hands
hands that filmed me
rumors and gossip and advice and
I don't care
I want to go to him
to catch his birds at the window
to give him life to make him alive
funny factors cause nothing's clear
I have a possibility. and I approve this new beginning
I'm leaving behind the dike I'm calling you again
cause I know you won't answer me
I'll meet you and draw oxygen from
your mouth from which flows the taste of the city
of my youth by the gate through the woods
with the wizard of my soul.
