Bottle From The Past

Hide

Hide beneath the blanket

Like all those soft voices from old woman in the crowd

Fade out easily without a doubt

Pull out that thing and put it in a bottle

So we can put it in a drawer or on the shelf

And watch it covered with dust

A bottle we only see for today and tomorrow

A bottle from the past

Gone, forgotten, just like a fresh air in the factory

Let’s make war, war with our self

War with the unseen

War with the forgotten

War we cannot win with flawless victory

War we will not forget

War that makes our lungs run out of fresh air

War that our children will always remember

War that will always carved on a stone like a lover birds name

I know it’s the time to make out some move

Move towards the end of the tunnel

Move to reach the bliss

Move to where this wilderness will gone

Move to the place the birds will always sing

Move until my compass stop spinning

Move until my compass point north

Move to no man’s land, yes it’s okay for me

And let’s build our new home there

Home that we’ll always call home

Home without a glowing lamp

Home with a black brick stove

Will sit in our new home

Just watching the river flow and you knitting by my side

And when our tea is running out

We’ll realize we’ve finished our painting

We’ll realize the time will come

We’ll realize the planet still spinning around

By the end of the day

When the sunset come

We’ll search that bottle

We’ll put it again

We’ll hang our compass

We’ll hang our dirty clothes like a diamond from the past

The dirt still remain, the memories still there

The dirt was the glow itself

Sometimes a dirt is not a dirt at all

And when the night comes we’ve prepared our beloved children

Prepared them with an old Remington for their wars

Their glorious war in their future town

And so the story told by the long-beared wise man

And the green grass in our grave will never get high

And the bottle still covered with dust