God knows

Tonight I’ve become a liar And now it’s my real name I die under friendly fire I lose your one-sided game It’s clever of you, my dear Such wisdom I never met You want me to be your mirror And wear a box on your head I felt, it was so exciting To hear you can see me through But you seem to be long-sighted I guess you don’t know the truth You catch all the things behind me So clear, every blade of grass My thoughts - what a marvel hides them Perhaps I was made of glass So long I believe your feeling And fancy - you know me best Tonight you don’t wanna hear me And God came to be my guest I called him to ask for patience He doesn't like playing dice So I deal the cards… Relations keep misty before my eyes But I put my eights on sevens And try to assemble the whole Let God judge me there in heaven At least He can see my soul 28/10/2013