All is still

How most people live

you don’t wanna know

how most people love

there you don’t wanna go

we’re strangers of strangers

we’re high and we’re low

       Clouds chasing each other

       way over the hills

       oh father, oh mother

       life’s merciless mills

       have churned me and turned me

       and now all is still

how most journeys end

so bitter and bare

how we feel all spent

with nothing to share

we’re gamblers and players

not really all there

        refr.

How life’s shameless wonder

just shakes us and makes

us endlessly ponder

about what it takes

for strangers of strangers

to step on the brakes

      refr.

       Coda; love kiss my fingers

                 love kiss my hands

                 we love and we linger

                 but don’t understand

                 how all is still

                 forever still


11/9/11, Skt. Peter