Did you hear the cry
of the woman in the wall?
Did you recognize her voice,
did you answer her call?

Did you try to remove
every stone, every brick?
Did you do it with your bare hands,
or did you use a stick
or a bar or a hammer,
a panzer, maybe?
As the dust laid down,
tell me, what did you see?

You saw nothing, noone.
She was already gone.



I am made out of memories,
I am caught within moments
that I lived long before.
I'm dancing
under the light of yesterdays stars
that are vanished, lost in time.

When will I find
what I looked for
in a land called tomorrow?
Now that I crossed it,
I feel like I lost it
to the ocean known as the past.

I am made out of memories,
so afraid I could loose these
memories made out of you.
Forgetting them
would also mean to lose you again.
You know, I'd rather lose myself.


Strange Days

Sun is crying,
moon is lying
much too deep.

Stars are falling.
Death is calling.
Life's asleep.

I just hunt, miss.
All I want is
to be caught.

Look! The sun cries
through my own eyes.
Life's to short.