And sometimes reality´s biting
Its blade roomed in the backbone of your dreams
Your polished shoes move your blurred lines
You´re seeking peace with the wrong eyes

Stretch your arms above the ground
This shadow cross, needs all your praise
Whole life is 30 000 days
And there´s a reason for your gnawed nails

Keep walking love!
Keep walking, love , you´re a poem on feet
The world is the ink into which your steps will dip
The prints that you´ll leave at the end of the day
Will pave the road for the next poem I´ll say

And there the sun is like a red match,
Standing at dusk and ready to be struck;
You stand alone on the day´s rim,
Lonely just like a stray dog´s barking

You, once solid as the summer light;
You, once sharpened as the teenage eye;
You now cut by words, like cut by knives
You extend the solitude of skies

Keep walking, love , you´re a poem on feet,
The world is the ink into which your steps will dip,
The prints that you´ll leave at the end of the day,
Will pave the way for the next poem i´ll say

Keep walking love
Keep walking love
Keep walking love

You, once solid as the light;
You, once sharpened as the teenage eye;

You, once solid as the light;
Keep walking love
You, once sharpened as the teenage eye;

Keep walking love
Keep walking, love , you´re a poem on feet
The world is the ink into which your steps will dip,
The prints that you´ll leave by the end of the day
Will pave the way for the next poem I´ll say