I spoke to my father for the last time,
His voice has passed on but he beats...
..And then the walls crumbled down to the floor,
but I saw no priest, not one savior on my door...
It's like a nightmare
I'm seeing you in my shoes...
There's a buffet
surrounding me, albeit...
Through the fields you run as fast as Lightning
With wind in your hair and face you run free...
How could I have known
that you would never be back home again...
All that bangs against my reflection
on the other side of the mirror...
You sat in my window,
singing ironic love songs...
My heart is a metropolis;
tire tracks across its veins...
All you can hear is silence ,
As everything has stopped; even the violence...
It's hard to admit that I miss you,
because that admission burns me...
I have
forgotten about you lately...