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("...he saw what, he would look in the rock and see what was in there and i guess that day he saw a skull. one of his dark days.")pocketsssssssssss...when i look through the door of my living roomi want another green room from my living roomshould i pull up the phone in my kitchenso I can feel the dark when i'm doing all my dishesto live in a house and have breathingis a luxury when you understand it's meaningbut even in the dusk am i dreaming?a galaxy of stars above our ceilingin my eyes i´m understanding what i seeit's hard to think about the time it takesto give and the space to be(and everyone)yeah and everyone would ever know where i should beand there's the thinkin' and i've been thinkin'of the many little pennies.different oceans(?) Why don´t get a stick (?)stuck inside the ocean?stay grindit's hard to set myself downSongtexteand just think (?) about the oceanoh, i'm cryingsoon to be content with what i've got (?)(?) something that i enjoy if i acquireand i wonder if it's me who's just a thieftaking a stash that was in the grassdiggin' a hole and diggin' it deep(you'll dig for a while)yeah you'll dig for a while cause you'll never knowwhen i plant the seedand i'm still thinkin' and i've been thinkin'of the many little pennies(it's going to be a (?) tonight, it's going to be a fine day)and if i had some kind of needmaybe the thing i need is the thing i've gotand if i look inside of mei'll find the thing that gets me to the (bottom)and i know that there are needysome are good but some are rottenwhy should i motivate the needswhen i know my needs should be forgottenis it alright, if we feel good? Aus Songtexte Mania