Cosmic Ceiling - Bobo in White Wooden Houses

You gave me a new turn

I wander like a sleepwalker until dawn

An owl is sitting at my breast

I sat at the bottom

I was sure

I would be seen

I woke you up

And your hand took hold of me

Be silent, say nothing

Don’t tell about your life

Keep on reading all these strange tales

Just listening to your voice

Hanging on your cosmic ceiling anyway

Whether you do or you do not stay under that cloudy sky today

I go, go, go and try to ameliorate myself

And you picture me as a circus girl

Here I am with a net around my shoulder

I go, go, go, and try to be somebody else

With a tear in my eye I remember where I come from

I better keep silent

Don’t tell about my life

I keep on listening to these strange tales

And the melody of your voice

I’m somebody else for a while

On your cosmic ceiling anyway

Whether you do or you do not stay

Under that cloudy sky today

Under that cloudy sky today

I’m hanging on your cosmic ceiling, anyway

Whether you do or you do not stay under that cloudy sky

Under that cloudy sky

Under that cloudy sky

Today