I live in a town of many hills
an everyday scene of people
like a familiar gesture
of hands of the ticking clock
I walk uphill in the morning
and downhill as the days end
As I sat for hours and think
of dreams I've had before
countless tales at some point
to where failure is a design
and reality is an instant
The day will end in an endless chat
like skies colored gray
that turns to black
Don't close the door
please wait for me
Down the hill,
I'm coming home
I live in a town of many hills
an everyday scene of people..

A time in spring
I heard you singing
of dreams and things
and of leaves and trees,
sunshine from the window
they pierced like bullets
as I opened my eyes
are we different?
The move you made
a slow gesture of words
they spoke and tease me
with every wave of your hands
round and round you go
round and round I know
I'm stuck in here
I can't go out
I'll look at you one more time..
I'm home..

Imagine these four walls
so small and so simple,
Try to look at the mirror
aged in time and the past
Sit here you're at peace
calmly breathe it all out
Now your safe..
Now your safe..
Reserved and hidden...
Now your safe..
Now your safe..
farewell my dear ...
Still there's a link
between you and the world
Still you can see the light of day
but away from them
away and apart
Think, don't sleep
your time is near..

pressed my fingers close
keep in time with those you like most
found a clue that is hidden
among the curtains and the ceiling
a glimpse of life I once saw
through the looking glass
through the looking glass
faded photos I kept
postcards and lettters that you sent
now the season is changing
it's autumn once again
Falling leaves and soft breeze
whispering winds slowly
careful and calm
what's there to see?
what's there to see?