The two don't know
they will become one,
any second now,
any moment now,
the lips will touch,
and before it's over,
before the lips touch,
before the moment,
before the second,
before they become one,
they know what love is.

The green ghost
flutters with a light beneath him,
a creature of the night,
believe him,
for he shows what he saw long ago.

The forest grove
rich with life and meaning,
a light which he says was breathing,
it's eating,
all the darkness he saw long ago.

The ghost in tatters everywhere,
his bright secret was shared,
the darkness rips and tears,
the light which once was there.

Yet still, the echo:
What the **** is going on?
You ask yourself
as the loading screen
breaks, the game starts
and you laugh
with your mates,

yet still, the echo:
What the **** is going on?
Just shut up and study,
get a job and get money,
pass your course with
no complaining, don't worry
it's just raining,

yet still, the echo:
What the **** is going on?
Don't think, a family to feed
a girlfriend, a baby, and parents
in need of your help,
and not to mention yourself,
take some time off
from work, it's stressful,
I know but it's best for

yet still the echo:
What the **** is going on?
Doesn't matter now, you're old
and you're tired, all regrets
have been tied, inside you
a fire has been saying
goodbye,
don't listen to them
cause you know,
do you know?
you have the experience
but still love your family
as you become dull,
never again will you
live the life of
a child with an unanswered question
inside you,
what the **** is going on?

The window,
you look straight through all the snow that's falling down.
A ghost,
shattered into a million pieces falling on the ground.
The devil,
swimming through the endless, formless fertile sound.
Sleepless night,
light today.


O Fortuna,
bring me up.

O Fortuna,
take me down.