I take my jacket of it's getting warmer outside I try to distract my thoughts And I try to set them aside Somewhere else a poet scene is mumbling songs on seams And above his head prayer flags fluttering in the wind He sings if only if only time could be here And close about me when noone seems to hear my prayers Come here and close about me He was stranded by a storm for six month in a great cave A conquering demon where he had gone to meditate To meditate in solitude until the storm had died down But time cought up with him and soon made him one with the ground Oh how each time you'd be here and close about me when Noone seems to know me right come here and close about me I took a pine branch from the wood pile and I held hard in My hand Just to hold on to something when the rest of me won't stand With a little gain in altitude I was to be on the upper land Hold the fluttering prayer flags I hold them hard in my hand When nothing seems to do me right I'm a getting all worn out I want to throw my thoughts away I try to spit them out I try to spit them out I try to spit them out, oh I try to spit them out