Indifferent Skies - Asaf Avidan

Old sun rising in these eyes and

I can clearly see the cave which lies in

Our avoiding and embroidering

Pseudo-Freudian manifestos of this void in

Which we toil in, it’s just soil and

Pretty clear it all comes boiling

Down to «Moon"and «Snake"and «Mother»

Down to walls of «Me"and «Other»

La la la la la la la

I will hold my hand up high

La la la la la la la

Leave its print upon indifferent skies

Keep Reaching

Keep reaching

High

Old man rising, mesmerised in

How he tried and failed a thousand times in

Finding tune in this consuming

Nebulous bouquet of being human

None immune and all are Jungian

Archetypes of flesh transcending through communion

«Cave"and «Womb"and «Prey"and «Brother»

Membranes grooming «Me"and «Other»

La la la la la la la

I will hold my hand up high

La la la la la la la

Leave its print upon indifferent skies

Keep Reaching

Keep reaching

High

Keep Reaching

Keep reaching

High

La la la la la la la

I stand alone before an ocean is calling me

I stand alone

Alone I stand

I stand alone before an ocean is calling me

Is calling me back home