behind a curtain

behind the curtain
My body is my soul it makes me turn around,
and every day we walk together
I'm watching here 'back stage',
with my soul in the foreground, its hitting me like crazy
and it shows me what it found.

throwing roses trough my eyes till they hit and make me cry
its running all away from me
gripping to the platform and hope that i dont
have to look for the sky, all it is I'm doing
zipping up my eye.