Testo di Symposium

A sermon to the walls Manifesto to the chairs Secret ideas to the ceiling And I hope the floor has ears I used to look forward to feeding time But we haven't been eye to eye in years I'm swimming and brimming with pregnant thoughts And I hope the floor has ears Opinions for the stars My solutions on the breeze Sound deductions through the windows I hope listening are the leaves I've got some important things to say And I used to be sure of the role I'd play Knocking unlocking I've found the cure! No one listens anyway What else is there to do? Processing, digesting I have the Key But there are no keys Afraid, you won't see No hope to be heard You'd run at a word No chance to unveil my plan And risk the prospect to better man First breath beyond the bars Benedictions at this birth Possibilities unbridled How attentive is the earth?