Feel the distance inside
and the wounds of a sphere
that is spinning aimlessly.
Stay with me and hold my hand
while staring at the blue mirror above
in a free fall...
And make a wish to leave it all behind.

Why are those dreams so lonely?
Why are those fears so empty?
When everything falls from sight
darkness is everything
and beyond
the outer light molds our feelings
in a fist of clay.

To hide our tears in trenches
dug deeply in tomorrow’s wounds,
where no hero should be seen crying,
is the most dreadful curse of all!
And there’s this distance that comes back crawling
inside our rotten skulls!

Why are those dreams so lonely?
Why are those fears so empty?
When everything falls from sight
darkness is everything
and beyond
the outer light molds our feelings
in a fist of clay.

Spin around and embrace the shadows once more:
They are lurking in the light and waiting for a sign,
waiting for you to step forward
and give this speck of dust some meaning.

Why are those dreams so lonely?
Why are those fears so empty?
When everything falls from sight
darkness is everything
and beyond
the outer light molds our feelings
in a fist of clay.