I prefer sitting in that kitchen with my cup of tea,
Even though I might miss the sweet taste of sugar,
I don’t want to be stuck in this stubborn continuing life,
I don’t care about all the sugar in our kitchen drawer.
I prefer cleaning and dreaming early in the morning,
Even though I don’t stand leaving my bed,
I fight against this wakeful continuing life,
Next step; use the energy for waking up.
I prefer kisses in the backyard – bathed in moonlight,
Even though I risk getting hurt like this,
I wanna break up with this unromantic continuing life,
I recall this we had.
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I prefer Friday nights on fields with friends of mine,
Even though new sort of parties yell: “clear conscience for fitting in”,
I doubt I’m gonna hold on to this mainstream continuing life,
Feels like being fired on being in charge.
I prefer joking, laughing, smiling – surrounded by love,
Even though there’s no room, no time left for today,
Soon I will be starving by imagining my own future life…
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