Stephan Eicher Whatever song lyrics

I could use a lie or two, I'll keep them for me

Won't use them on you, stretched here on my back

Like a turtle rehearsing suicide

On my knees for prayers, songs, accusations, whatever

Go out and invent yourselves new ones

That's the way it's written here, that's the way

That's the way it's written here

On this blankets, between ashes and lost hair

Wheels, powder, citylights, whatever

I leave it on the nightshade of my window while it goes on

It goes "shouting, choking, laughing", whatever

While I lay here in this body, only waiting for some sleep

That's the way it's written here, that's the way

That's the way it's written here

On these blankets, between ashes and lost hair.