Wooden Hotel
Siril Malmedal Hauge
Wooden Hotel
Mary is walking again
along the road that goes
close to all the shows
she could have played
I suppose
Mary settles in leaves
where the rooms have no keys
a green colored hotel
a universe made
only of trees
along the river that floats like a vein
blue city blood to her domain
easy living in a wooden hotel
Mary has always been clever
dancing in town
unaffected by weather
no one can tell if she's red or blue
no one can have her, no one, not even you
along the river that floats like a vein
blue city blood to her domain
easy living in a wooden hotel
Mary is blooming the most
while wearing her backpack,
saying "Adios!" to the
concrete covered street-diagnose
easy living in a wooden hotel