Bubbles - Ellen Allien, Apparat

You’re talking bubbles in the air

Floating around you, away and displode

Eyes opened wide, I stare

Thoughts from out of space, drifting aside

Your words are echoes in the woods

Leaves twisting around, fall and die

Wind guides you home, but where?

Where will it be

Here or there

One day you’ll find it

Here or there