Why couldn’t the world be smaller?
Like a town or two with no border.
Gluttonous world, with its tall orders,
keeping us far apart, and even further.
Never sharing the same sun, we yearn,
to meet inside our nightly hour.
Why couldn’t the world be smaller?
Like a town or two with no border.
Gluttonous world, with its tall orders,
keeping us far apart, and even further.
Never sharing the same sun, we yearn,
to meet inside our nightly hour.