מילים לשיר Migraine In Katmandu – אביטל רז

If this pit had no bottom We'd float like feathers down and down and down and down All melancholy farewell We would not need to hold on. There's a boy I meet in India He's full of holes and a big tattoo on his forearm He sais that Natraj is the god of destruction for the sake of rebirth He sais he's got to go home soon, His folks think he's up to no good He plans to sell paper butterflies at festivals to people who can't fly. There once was a girl who's face was all scarred up From years of trying to be perfect. She drank a magic potion that burned off those layers of skin Leaving her as fresh as a flower. Layers and layers and layers of skin, magic potions, pits without bottoms, paper butterflies. I once knew a lady, she couldn't breathe too well She had to change houses every year or two Some people knew her as very fat and some people knew her as too skinny. If I were a figure in a Chinese painting, I'd take small steps. I'd carry myself so lightly I'd float through pain I'd float through pain Some people note three times unhappy, unhappy, unhappy and try not to fall asleep. They try to stay watchful and greet whoever wanders in. This night isn't dark this night is full of stars I haven't locked the gate So come night wanderers , come without wanting But, please do come without wanting wanting wanting.