Thursday, April 9, 2015

Zimmer

I want to build you a little room
A place you can stay, when no one else wants you
I want to build you a sanctuary
Somewhere you can sleep in peace as the thunder crashes

A haven where time and pain cease
Six by six by six feet, a little womb
A haven where all is sublime peace
Six by six by six feet, a warm tomb

I want to build you a little room
A place where I can hold you tight and dry your tears
I want to build you a sanctuary
Somewhere you can always find me when your hearts gets heavy

A haven where black and white fade
Six by six by six feet, a little womb
A haven where you never need to be afraid
Six by six by six feet, a warm tomb

I am going to build you a little room
With hammer and nail and little kisses on you forehead
I am going to build you a sanctuary
Plan it out with dreams and slowly dripping drops of blood

A haven that dust and age cannot touch
Six by six by six feet, a little womb
A haven that safe from darkness' clutch
Six by six by six feet, a warm tomb

I am going to build you a little room
With steel and stone and sealed off from the evil world
I am going to build you a sancturay
Plan it out with quick smiles and black crayons

A haven that cold and wet cannot find
Six by six by six feet, a little womb
A haven that exists only in peace of mind
Six by six by six feet, a warm tomb