Where Nothing Happens Songtext
von Wind Atlas

I think of those spaces that don′t work
Those spaces that nobody remembers
And I think if somebody kissed
Bit
Looked
Screamed
There
That space would make sense
That space would make sense


Doorways
And arches
And lovely chairs
And hallways
And inner spaces of the house
And gallerys
And nooks
And corners
And couches
And reading nooks where nobody reads
And under the bed
And under the water
And over the water

And between the abyss
And inside a book
And inside a metaphor
And inside a body
An edible body
And inside the bread
And inside the bread
And inside my mouth
And inside of me
And inside of me

And in your mouth
In black bread
In black bread
And on the Moon
On the Moon
On the Moon


And between the abyss
And inside a book
And inside a metaphor
And inside a body
An edible body
And inside the bread
And inside the bread
And inside my mouth
And inside of me
And inside of me

And in your mouth
In black bread
In black bread
And on the Moon
And on the Moon
On the Moon