The flood tells me it is morning
But all over  I see only darkness
Am I 40 or 14?
The ******´s are laughing on the streets
As older man look at them with vicious desire
I,for once,only have pockets filled with pills
My dreams are gone with the cheap cigarette smoke

Sad boys are walking through
The drunk streets smell like blood
Are they falling?
Or it is just the suicidal corner
Emptying out with it´s fake smile?
I wonder,as always

Tell me blue boy
Under the sheets do you see me or yourself?
As I can only look at the fog
I haven´t seen the stars in a long time now
Sweetie,do you think they'll ever reappear?
Or I will have to be content with your kisses?
I bewilder in ecstasy
Will my life ever be like this?
Or the mud beneath my skin someday will quit?