Waste of ink - Lyrics

No, you never locked the doors
wind used to slam them, shut and open
but I
never found on them a handle.

I guess is like one of those birds
you clip
the wings to,
They wouldn’t fly away
though their cage were wide open

No, you never locked the doors,
wind used to slam them, shut and open
but I never found on them a handle...

I guess I am as one of those horses
From carousels,
Stuck to the floor
They come and go
As the world
forces them to spin.

I wondered, I wondered
What did I expect to find
Out there in the night,
giving away the only thing I had for sure...
These walls, my jailer…

When did I get used to feel as a dried field?
As an old cracked inkwell that leaks,
losing the will…
And ink flows down melting with
the sea of songs undone ,
In the shore grows a paper tree
From a paper seed...
Then why Am I not ready yet
to make a flower trace?
I can’t do it anymore
I can’t make it anymore
All I know is … you got used to lie
about everything..

and…

Can’t you see my dress is too tight…
And these shoes have been killing me
for a while?
You should turn me loose...

When did I get used to feel as a dried field?
As an old cracked
inkwell that leaks, losing the will…
And ink flows down melting with the sea
of songs undone ,
My heart leaks on the shore
and shore is full with you

All I ask:
turn me loose
Turn me loose…

I fear the world behind my door
as I fear unhappiness between this walls
All I know, you get used to feel
so empty … and dry……