The Whereabouts Of Love

Maximilian Hecker

In a room suffused with light

I spend my hours waiting

Waiting for the nightfall

And I wonder if my life

Is blissful or appalling

If silence is my laughter

I hone my heart down to the bare bones

Down to the pieces that are needed to survive

And spend my life cruising on my own

As I don’t care about the whereabouts of love

The whereabouts of love

Is reclusiveness a curse

Or could it be a blessing?

A wall against disorder?

While it shields me from the rain

It causes me to dry out

And counteracts my blooming

I hone my heart down to the bare bones

Down to the pieces that are needed to survive

And spend my life cruising on my own

As I don’t care about the whereabouts of love

The whereabouts of love

I hone my heart down to the bare bones

Down to the pieces that are needed to survive

And spend my life cruising on my own

As I don’t care about the whereabouts of love

The whereabouts of love

I hone my heart

Someday I’ll

I hone my heart

Someday I’ll

I hone my heart down to the bare bones

I need to survive

And spend my life cruising on my own

Cruising on my own

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