Turbulence - Toucan Die

Coming, coming from the up

Walking to the ground

Loosing, losing patience

Regretting senses

If you find your balance, call me

Breaking, breaking mirror’s ice

Watching people die

Choking, choking to the death

But breathing from the lungs

Hoping, hoping hopefully

Forgetting memories

But if you find your balance, call me

Say you love me

I’ll return

Running to the sound

That wakes you at the night

Wasting all my energy

Calling for the help

Touching

Feeling that you’re the one

I didn’t want to see