stumbling around I speakto keepfrom betraying a secret

the wine the sadness and the night

but the day rains over the emptiness of everything

The same night, the same rain.

you don't speakyou no longer speak to yourselfeven the she in the mirrorhas disappeared

Blue eyes as a response to this death right next to me, which speaks to me and is me.

With crystal chords I play love's very tuneIn soft falling rain that allays my wound

It'll be as always. Same pain, this disaffection, this non-love.

when the night is a bit morethan some little suns pulled apartwhen the heart lets loose a cryour disquietude wrings dry