Roads, these roads are clad in smoke

Your talks are drifting past like trains - they
scarcely stop

Now I'm gone astray in here

Where tired walls are chattering:: Don't stay!
Don't stay!

… and all the ones around me are fainting
shapes again

Fear has shut away your dreams

You walk towards a smokescreen, fretful tool

I start to sing a song about the cat with the
silvery paws

She plays with starry blades of grass and dreams
her little life away

I wonder where I am - under the snow in a sunday
cloak

But you just say I'd think too much

Maybe you're right - who will ever know?