Easter - The Softest Hard

poke it with a stick is it hard or is it soft
we boiled it for an hour and we kept it in our loft
the feeling is a stranger is it time to open up
theres no such thing in our place as enough is enough

u call the stuff i keep inside for something close to hate
i tell u that its not that that its just something that i ate
i keep this shit still going cause i keep seeing ur face
while i should lock myself inside for things to be kept sane

WHEN IM SLEEPING IN THE SOFTEST HARD IS TAKING PLACE

the rock that rolled down from the hill has taken space inside
i try to act as if its gone but the fact is hard to hide
u tried to get inside of me like u do all the time
but as the rock is growing things will never be just fine

u touch it on the surface, its reacting to ur hand
a kind of symbiosis i will never understand
u got that magnetism with u, is it in you glance
or something that u brought back with u from the foreign land

WHEN IM SLEEPING IN THE SOFTEST HARD IS TAKING PLACE

people keep on fading into others in my nights
who was hero turned into a guy i had to fight
he was gonna come over for turkish delights
but now u say its daytime and that everythings allright

dreamed i booked alot of flights to go to every lake
that i had the emails but it had been some mistake
now i got a headache cus i woke up all too late
when I'm sleeping in the softest hard is taking place

WHEN IM SLEEPING IN THE SOFTEST HARD IS TAKING PLACE