Are we awake?
How am I supposed to keep on?
Was it the fruit from the start?
It played a part
For goodness sake
I wasn’t told this wind be this cold
Changing times came and set me apart
Leaving me with a heavy heart
Outside they plunder empires
But inside I stay and try to find words to say
Just if the end of it all gets defeated
The concept of time will be faded
I’ll reflect on „A Life of the Buddha“
And wind my way out of the city
Her attraction has left and gone so far
No point to open up my heart
I used to write down what I ‘ve seen through windows
Now I sit in front of blurred glasses
My serenity fights with resignation
Empty words won’t lead to manifestation
I still use to chase them with my open eyes
Will I ever find love in the city?
I’m still sitting here and play with cards
Will I ever have a change of heart?
So when I move on, I can leave the old story behind
It were fit, but seems like I’m losing it
It played a part, „it’s a late evening“
Nothing is like it was at the beginning