Learning (how to fall)-Anita Lipnicka I John Porter

In your world of admirers, lovers, hangers-on, Bathroom mirrors, ghosts and fleeting friends Your SOSs, your emotional messes And your dramas without end You're victories, wardrobe full of clothes you never wear A vase of daffodils in your window It's here I met the graveyard of my dreams The ones I didn't want to know We're learning, learning how to fall We're learning, learning how to fall Buried in the darkness, sitting naked in your chair You're statue, indifferent to my stare I came of beginning at your bed, After a while, I forgot I was there So I lost my body, lost Time but not my mind Just like life after a death Washed away in a raging river And the coldness took away my breath We're learning, learning how to fall x4 Down a corridor of endless doors in a building of endless floors We run, hand in hand Searching for stupid things said in a clever way Afraid we might not understand We've forgotten the beating heart, breathing in and breathing out How to see, touch and feel We never want to come back down When we've got to the top of the hill