PART I: HAT OFF TO RIMBAUD
I think I forgot how to write
What do you think? Am I right?
Will this dark and dull night finally sink in the blue sky?
It seems true
All the things we’ve gone through were only this foul play’s crew
Still, I cannot help myself wondering
If he were here, what would Zimmerman do?
An electric train working perfectly goes with the flow all year long
But my soul and your visions always stay here where they belong
Hard to see, impossible to hear
But easy, so easy to feel
Everything around me I think they’re not real
Whatever, I smell a sense
Guess I’ll need a shelter
Now I hear the rain falling
It’s calling me
Should I give it a hand or let it flow?
Would it matter in the end?
Don't you dare say no
Cause I hear my life falling
It’s calling me
Should I give it a hand or let it flow?
Would it matter in the end?
To despair I'm no home
Violin playing in the background although it doesn't make me do anything
The smoke of my cigarettes fill the room
Do I really believe that doom and gloom is everything?
Time goes by, newborn babies cry
Up in the sky, a dark bird flies too high
Sings that I could have failed big, but I did give up on the right thing
Now I hear the rain falling
It’s calling me
Should I give it a hand or let it flow?
Would it matter in the end?
Don't you dare say no
Cause I hear my life falling
It’s calling me
Should I give it a hand or let it flow?
Would it matter in the end?
To despair I'm no home
PART II: BUT MY EYES ARE ON THE ROAD
With every slowly passing year
Many things that you hold dear
Get deflated and fade out
She's not a fiery pretty fairy
He's not your guide, he's an accessary
Don't worship fake gods
Tame your heart, have one desire
Don't run into it, but use the fire
May hope be on patrol
Move towards it till you're weary
Feel the love, but don't you worry
"What's behind the door?"
Because we don't know anything about it all...