Appendices

written 09.10.2011-23.02.2012, to be recorded

Here you are, a man with lots of things to tell
A diary and a steady hand to write
Spoken words dissolve in the air and in the ear
So you turn them into black and white
To recollect your thoughts, your memories and ideas
Some are lost and some are miles apart
Before they ring the bell and ask for your last drink
In this tavern called the weakness of the heart

Why have you tried to draw a line around your life?
Maybe the way to leave something behind to survive?
You finished chapter five

But the appendices are never written down
So many things in your head they are never written down
But the appendices are never written down
Life is like an endless sea of ink in which we drown

As you lie in bed and wander through the years
Passing all the pictures on your wall
You stumble over questions that were never asked before
Like what is the conclusion to it all?
No one knows it better, in fact, no one really cares
So it is on you to judge your life
Rating it according to the goals you've set yourself
Or on a scale from one to sixty-five

I never tried to color over the lines
And I never turned my water into wine
But still, I'm feeling fine

'though the appendices are never written down
So many things in my head they are never written down
No, the appendices are never written down
Life is like an endless sea of ink in which we drown

Blind approval or denial
Blind removal
It's all a question of style

So the appendices are finally written down
And on one of these days they will try to crack their code
Yes, the appendices are finally written down
Life is like an endless stream of words on which we float
Life is like another unknown person passing on the road
Life is just like jaws, we're gonna need a bigger boat
Life is like a final glass of water running down my throat

On these paper pillows you place your empty pen
The book is done and it is not that bad
You lean back and leave and the only thing still there
Is a drop of ink that dries beneath your bed