Mmm.
Zag is a feeling.
Zag is everything
I need to say.
I
read old lyrics of myself and think like someone else.
Sometimes a word that sometimes laughs hard on.
Funny how most of my worries never came out.
By just walking forward, jogging or waiting.
One day you are born.
One day you are gone.
Before you know it you are old and you haven't said everything yet.
And you walk to a point in the hope
that somewhere else is waiting for you.
Or you look back and realize that you already had everything.
One day.
One day.
The loose scraps in my phone are at 807.
Sometimes a single word or sometimes a few rules.
Just looking around or hearing everything is a song.
For those who see it but have not written it down yet.
And another shout to the skipper,
it has to be killed.
I am blessed in the name of God. With
friends like René for believing in a dream.
Because in IT,
IT remains when no one believes in it.
So
we live more than ever.
I love the idea of how we
play together as if we were old and grey.
Otherwise we would be lonely.
And if I go, you can dance around the fire.
Turn my city once more and cheers on the adventure.
One day you are born.
One day you are gone.
Before you know it you are old and you haven't said everything yet.
And
you walk to a point in the hope that
somewhere else is waiting for you.
Or you look back and realize that you already had everything.
One day.
One day you are born.
One day you are gone.
Before you know it you are old
and you haven't said everything yet.