I am a narrow stairwell
Waiting for the morning bells
To ring, for the early birds to sail
Watch all the cabs be hailed

Waiting for her to come
Will she come today?
Doubts, I have some
Should I kneel and pray?

But to whom?
Who would to listen to a narrow stairwell
Maybe God would
Will I look like a fool?

My claustrophobic natures will intervene
When was the last time I had a nice dream?
It's always the same, redundant scene
The scene is always the same and redundant one

I am a narrow stairwell
Waiting for the morning bells

Golden girl, how fair you look today
I'm in disarray
Am I drowning in your bay?
In the stillness I lay

How impossible!
Feeling so gullible
To where you are, I'd like to travel
I give no mind to the troubles

Darling dearest
My feelings are in earnest
Your beauty, dear God!
Like golden skies and other fantasies

I sat on a rock above the hills, gazing beyond what was visible
The thoughts of long lost past breathing incessantly in my chest
Thought they were dead, laying motionless amongst the rubble
Will I ever get my long yearned rest?

Of the glory I so long for during my youth
Of the lovers I had lost during my living years
Of the parents whom are now somewhere I cannot see
Tell me, dear ol' heart, are all those things gone for good?

No, I haven't gotten the glory I dreamt of
No, I haven't eloped with the girl I, in truth, love
My whole life has been but a disillusionment
A mere shadow of what it could've been

Ah, but here comes the daughter, so lovely and tender
And the wife ever so loving and ever so caring
No, I wouldn't have traded my 'shadow' of a life for anything
For what we eventually get at the end, that is the true glory.

My memories of you become a blur after a while
Of the times we walked home, side by side, mile after mile
Of the times we spent understanding each other's anatomy
Oh, darling, tell me... How is it like being free?

Will you sooner or later forget me?

Will you remember me at all?
      
              Darling,
Know
              that
                         your
        Voice
                          Echoes
When
                The sun
                                         Dies.

Longing desperately of the things left unsaid
Looking out the window, the one we used to stare at in bed
I see a phantom at the far end of the field, your whole person is red

Your lips, however, are black, dark as an abyss
Has it been that long since we last kissed?
And is it really your lips, your body, red as it is, that I miss?

The sun shines almost unwillingly, lethargically
Clouds moving in, as if they are climbing miserably
O Loved One, I can’t fathom this vision, this phantom of your body!

Jumbled up thoughts get entangled inside my head
Before I manage to call out your name, I find your phantom had disappeared
And so, once again I find myself twisted and all the power in me all fade

Oh, Loved One, where are you now?