19. THE ANA-LOVE

No flying Boeing for a flight out of here.
No floating boat ride for my lounging chair.
Can’t find the door to creep out through.
Cant find the exit sign anywhere too.

I sing across radio transistors.
This tale of the confusing story.
Of your ana-love aloof and transitory.
This softly sleeping, Sleeping Beauty .

I love you and I’m afraid,
of getting lost along the way.
And I’m placing poppy seeds,
behind me on the stone paved path
Of love

You remember those photographs from Asia.
The film was two hundred meter, Asa.
Now that you’re not around,
the bright colors feel a little faded.

I thought I heard propellers spin,
from a four-engined aircraft, but damn.
It’s only a turning fan.
Peeking through the skylight of a police station.

I love you and I’m afraid.
Of getting lost along the way.
And I’m placing poppy seeds,
behind me on the stone paved path
Of love

I love you and I’m afraid.
Of getting lost along the way.
And I’m placing poppy seeds
behind me on the stone paved path
Of ana-love.