The stage is set but the floor is still wet
For the eyes have flowed all of last night
And now the only sparkle that lies
Lies within the inferno of burning dreams
Hearts that once were ablaze with the desires of a tomorrow
Now seek solace in the castles of smoke and haze
“Where are you?” shouts someone from inside
But these doors have been closed for long
And whatever name where written once
Have long since lost in dust
Like the names written on the windshields instead of hearts
I look for your marks somewhere in this desert world
To walk away from the ways you would have walked
To be united but in my own solitude
Where the sound of my voice is not killed
By the cacophony of your objectivity
Where it still rains, red, black, blue and white of my dreams
And the six strings still strum the music of some other world.
