Are we dying?
Standing still in the orchard full of life
Are we tasteless?
Though we hold the saltshaker in hand
I’m glued to the music
When life is passing all around
Seeing starving children on the TV
Just before I clean out the fridge
Tomorrow I could be in France
Walking the streets taking a glance
And still the thirsty abound
Why don’t we go down?
Collect some water for dry lips
No we fear that we’d drown
Fear that we’d drown
Keeps us on the couch
Enjoying that which brings fat to our hips
Our world is like a dying fruit tree
Rooted at the rivers edge
The flood brings our food
More than enough
Much more than enough
Some need just a trickle
While others are stuffed
Should finding a happy life
Be like a diamond in the rough
Be like a diamond in the rough