I hear notes dripping on
the floor
and see a silhouette on my window pane
a black stain
recently appeared.

My nails don't help, it's
anchored deep
the more I scratch
it scratches back
and looks at me.

A silver knife then stabs
my chest
it marks a line, carves up a hole
the shadow leaps
and takes its place.

I wake in sweat
feeling... the aching remains
the black stain
recently appeared.

I know a guy, who knows a guy
who maybe ruined the first guy's life.

Fondly I remember the times
when one cigarette was not a crime.

When one was considered just a gift
and packs were too much for you to pick.

When all we ever did was drink
and poured it all on our sinking ship.

When it was cool and dope to try
pills and **** for the first time.

As long as the feeling kept you high
the downward spiral seemed like a lie.

The constant let-downs didn't help as well
I know, because I've been through that hell.

In the end, it's all the same
alcohol and drugs only fade away.

And that guy which the first guy knows
might not be a guy at all.

It's an obsession that gets too real
and hardly ever heals.

But still I haven't lost all hope...
...because no matter how hard it is
I
can
never
let myself
see you go
the path you are
headed to.

The rain is tapping fast
fast onto the glass
yesterday is past
and dreams don't ever last.

I wake up nevertheless
yet something feels so strange
a warmth beside me rests
and there - a sleeping face.

I kiss its forehead lightly
as to not break the seal
laying my head again
pretending it's all real.

The rain, still tapping fast
fast onto the glass
yesterday is past
alas, dreams will never last.

I'll try to keep it simple
usually I don't
and hide behind a front
of words I have no hold of

Hi how are you
funnily I'm asking a question
from an album I like
but my question stays true

We don't talk like we used to
before I was alone
and writing this along
I really care for you

You know, you don't have to answer
just show me that you're there
show me that you care
but silence is fine too, I guess

I guess that more or less
maybe we'll meet again
but until then -

Laughingly the fool is pouncing, dancing to his sound
making fun of everyone and everything around.

He must be so happy
look at his dumb smile
finding funny things that
seem so off and vile.

But he's not fooling me
I have seen his grin
thinning down into a frown
I've seen him, I've seen him...

Some nights I have even heard
strangely familiar cries
seems to me like something normal
and not a big surprise.

Silently the fool still laughs
in his final call
maybe that's just all he had
to show us after all.