IN MY DIARY

The middle-men are going
the tentacles are flying
and the idioms start growling
all this madness,
all this sadness
and you are unable to feel
to feel…
You’re my love, my star
in my diary
I’m obsessed, I love you
can’t you see
and above it fails me
my love, my star
in my diary
Up their minds
a hundred kinds
oh Replica, oh Replica
my pretty Bladerunner
all your lion-juice wasted
all my beautiful swans
they just escaped me
singing
Where are you going, my son?
Where are you going, my son?
Where are you going, my son?

words: boa
music: lunda, vella