There's nobody home,
there's nobody outside.
The doors collide trying
to catch the last train.

Is long gone the
day of longing,
the rhythm is broken
once again in dispair
we meet, and dispair
was all we ever had.

Where was the truth?
The truth had lied.
Besiege the time of
you, recall the ribbons and
the arms.

And still the last
fragment is falling
dust on them.
If you wish to take
out the rain, beware
all the cats.

None of us asked why
but please, tell us anyway,
just for the game,
just for the laughs.

The dust falls down, quietly,
on all  the deserted
roads, the abandoned
signs, the broken homes.

There is a time
there is a place
in which your name
is spelled freely on
all the tombstones.
For a lucky chance
he holds the last note
forever.

Have mercy brother,
have mercy on me,
call the last line and
take the first laugh.
Now the setting sun
feels heavy as a word,
the words are pale
as the setting sun.

We were foretold
by that crazed queen
you call life,
we were called here,
we were brought all strong,
all weak, naked, blue
in the snow.