Since I met you my life has been like the life of a pot plant
I’m turning against you where ever you go
I’m growing when you cast your sunshine on me
But the window glass stands in my way
and my leaves are resting on the glass until you disappear with your beam behind the bend of the house

I’m standing still on my seat in the window frame during the night
Waiting obedient for your return
And when you rise up in the distance
I immediately start my reaching for you again