When tender days are long
You go on the streets alone
Searching for the age of stone
You are young and Strong
Dying for moment of pleasure
Hiding your heart from a stranger
Hanging your scarf on a hanger
For another time, for another love
For another moment of pain to come.
When fairly days are gone
Close the doors, stay on the roof,
there is nothing to proof
There is nothing to lose.
When words are written on the stone
your scarf is flying as a dove
Way above searching for a lost of love
No regrets, no pity in grove.
No time, no heaven, No devils, no face,
No Shadows, No words to trace,
And there is no one to rewind the tape.
And there is no place to escape.
Like Under frozen river a lying star
Like in dreams alive but not,
Fainting with a wind away
For another life, for another day.