How different are the doors and walkways when it´s dark outside
The sounds and memories appear to twist and turn the mind
The rainy days have gone on far too long to be recalled
I crossed a line
And now it´s time
For another night
Looking for me
Behind the windowpane
The phantom face
Words seem to be in vain
Looking for me
Arriving as the dark
The shadowy
Dream-thing who bears a scarred mark
How different are the minds and mind-plays when it´s dark inside
I get the strongest boards to block all of my windows tight
The walls around me rise as ramparts, make me safe and sound
And still I´m far
Further from home
Than ever before
