The night grows on cold, dark, alone
I grow on pondering, wondering known
Is it you who will return?
The days turn short and evenings silent
The roads have changed, the breathing torment
Yet still no map exists for how to go on.
The words can't come out clear, sentences fade
Lying awake, afraid of dreams I've made
The silence will never sleep
And neither will I.
Tonight I grow old, lonely, bored
So long I've abandoned begging for more
Come that silence which used to be my war
The moon swings around, sun returns
But I do not miss it long, the burn
For it does not stay with me.
Now the dream I've never dared to have
It comes true, torture, now two halves
And the night you come,
You come changed, but to stay
And I, so used to that silence of which you've caused
Break and shatter the dream I'd had
Returning my mind to the nightmares.
