He was so loyal to all his kingdom,
But the king is dead, and the night is dark
He'd like to find a piece of freedom
Instead of sitting here and drinking Catty Sark.
He'd like to know the point of his living
He'd like to see the final dance of death
The existential's stopped, and now he's only willing
To get alive, to take his second breath...
The clouds have stopped, the rain is falling
He's drinking wine and looking through the window straight
You maybe even know this creepy feeling
When your are just a little soul of dying wraith.
You know this pain? I hope, you don't.
He'd like to tell you all his stupid story
But now you're sleeping, so he won't
Just sleep your thoughts away - he'll be alive, don't worry.
(04.06.2006)