Ende

The clock has cried
the train who didn’t pass
My dream has died
now hope for resurrection.

Judgement Day
I fell today
Judgement Day
you’ll never see me.

now I take my way
to the door I’ve painted
I hoped I had to choose
the other to be the one.

The guy who features me
started to draw in sand
ecuations to explain
the wind opposed him well.

Goodbye, my desert grey
I’ll try to fade away
I’ll fight to keep my dreams
Away from this defeat.

Goodbye, my sweetest dream
We haven’t gone to Prague
Goodbye, my dying thoughts
I’ll keep you in my songs.

03. November 2007 by Alex
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