Pondering About Sunny Days

Ask me a question Ask me and I'll step back And ask you two in return "Why?", you're wondering Ask me a question Cause I know a single sunny day Rarely turns into a whole summer At least I can listen And sponge it all once or twice And ask you if everything's alright Ask me a question Cause the warmth of a stray day Rarely turns into a whole summer I wish I could clink with loneliness As if it were a beer Sitting in your glass And then I could raise my hand And then having nothing to ask Though I know we're used to think Any pile of bricks can make a home I haven't seen the architect Just a worried workers team If ever I found Heimat In memory fields or summer hints Then maybe would a pile of bricks One day build a home for me Could at last a single day Finally turn, become a whole summer