I always looked to the sky At night Ever since I was little Looking up to something Always wondered if the stars really glistened
Is there really something up there Or is it just talk Because at night I see images When my eyes are closed Proving that there's light Within the dark Which disappear when eyes are opened wide
Are dreams the real world And the "real world" hallucinations ?
And I'm strolling hand in hand With some amazing stranger He calls me his lover Over and over
Dark mornings And steamy looking glasses With tiny beads lined up Not moving
Though the wind blows With such a force They don't waver And the beautiful shadows In the misty corridors Make me happy With the stories they tell
Mimes beside me So loud yet I hear nothing All that enchants me Is the man in my head Who'll love me to death Who dances in the snow And moves in the direction That the wind blows His hair stagnant Unlike his frame And we'll dance and jump On the mountains From which we came Long live Browns and coils Where beauty finds itself Within itself In fiery turmoil That is the spirit Of young and old fighters And warriors in masses
