Gentle sunrays, the soft sound of birds
The now-empty layout that you loved
The pieces of paint that have fallen off
The two stained plates we bought
We put a tight lid
On every means pf play that we were used to
The wide room that revives us
Is so bright it’s as if nothing happened
Lion
We’re getting out of the cage that’s gotten tight
Will we smile in exactly the same way?
I’m thinner now than I am in the old photos
The lines on my face and the thickness of my eyelids are different
And you, your waist-length hair
Looked like an amber mane
I thought I could paint out
The deeds from those lonely days
Hidden behind my sharp eyes
With a paint called “me”
Lion
We’re getting out of the cage that’s gotten tight
Will we look for the same kind of people again?
I love you so much,
Lion
Lion
We’re getting out of the cage that’s gotten tight
Don’t look for me anymore, wherever I am
Lion
I’ll let you out of the cage that’s gotten tight
Will you smile in exactly the same way?
