"and I know the world is cold"



landscapes in my psyche

the dying do not cry

driven apart and blown away

ohne Dich wird es Nacht



a tear, blood from my soul

I think, therefore I cry

for you, hear me

ohne Dich wird es Nacht



if psychic balance is a sheltered palace

see myself lost in the garden outside



waiting for someone to come out

what do you do so far away

you are there in another life



and your December dreams, your thoughts are mine

I see Jesus behind a window-pane upstairs



a part of this is a bit of you

and when you wake up in the morning

I'll be the one who smiles for you



I fade for the Flower like an unfulfilled dream

may you always remain to shine like I have seen

I fade like a flower, like someone on a cross

lit up, brought down, but love does cost