On The Cinnamon life is sinking

Life is sinking
Like a stone
Mouth is singing
Like a song
Dad is burning
Like a bond
Mum is yearning
Like a mum
Life is sinking
Like a stone
Lungs are breathing
Like before
Dad is ceiling
Mum is floor
Where ends the ceiling?
Where ends the floor?
Life is beating
Heart is too
Man is beating
Woman too
Eyes are rugged
Nails are too
Dad is burning
I'm burning too