Cliff - Lotte Kestner

As soon as you want the kiss

Oh how impossible it is to bridge

I wish that we were kids

I’d cross the floor and I would ask you to dance

I was never afraid of that

I’m always on the run and I hate copy past for god’s sake

I had the upper hand

Smooth as a stone that’d worn away in the sea

But I like it even more

Climbing too high where the air is thin

I’m on a cliff

Can you keep me away from it