Silence, strange silence

Poor flowers that you still hold in your hands

The jewels of the meadow of your dreams

Silence, you hear once more

Your hopes are like the footsteps on your wall

But now he comes

Into your room

And he takes

You away

As you are

Like the first

Like the last

Or the deadly one

And he rides you away

To his moon

Makes you forget

The scary tune

Outside, down the streets

You watch them and you hate them for their love

No need for jewels of your dreams

Outside, no need to ask

Who took the treasure running down the hall

He looks like the human sun

Riding on a moon

And while others sleep

And miss the key

He opens up the room

But now he comes

Into your room

And he takes

You away

As you are

Like the first

Like the last

Or the deadly one

And he rides you away

To his moon

Makes you forget

The scary tune

But now he comes...