Sorrowful stars look down upon my shaky smile
By yawning a hello is said
Looks like another night will pass
And I'm going to dream with my eyes open wide.

Behind a hill a raging storm
But down here is quite calm
Nothing to catch in the air
No mist, no inviting stares
Just loudness of the waves.

Resonating into the kitchen where a mother sits quietly
Drinking milk from a stained glass
Trying to forget about her younger days
She knows all there is will pass.

Resonating into another sleepless mind
That cannot find the key
Therefore just dies in chains
Ghost-like and not being able to see.

Resonating into the night
Further from this lonely canal
Further from my views and hills and dew
Further from this air
That brings nothing but the truth
Which is known for brutally killing the youth.