| Tonight it’s the last night of two of us
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| In a strange land in a hotel room
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| The two of us together and yet separate.
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| I’m sitting designated, head in hands
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| Am I willing to wait for the minutes to come?
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| It should have been a fresh start
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| Summer night should have refreshed
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| Our fading fumbling
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| On our common quest
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| I stand up and walk round the room
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| I can’t find the right words, explain it to myself
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| The long forgotten is talked over and over again
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| Until the apocalypse of relation of human souls gets real close.
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| I tell myself what a relief
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| You rather run away
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| I hear the door bang
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| I lay my cautious self in bed
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| There is no way to settle the fast running stream of thoughts
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| Should I run and follow you? |
| Or leave it all to the fate and time?
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| Did I fall asleep or was it just a dream?
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| I hear the bang at the hotel room door
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| Was I hoping to read the feeling in
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| your eyes and then that I might embrace you?
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| Shocked I listen to the strange words
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| Of policemen instead and I know the time has stopped its run for me.
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| They are taking me to the road past the hotel
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| Where’s a covered body in front of a car on the road.
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| I’m hoping to wake up from the nightmare
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| But nothing of that kind is coming
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| I beseech to forgive me
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| I could never imagine anything like that even in a bad dream
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| Despite of all the pain and trouble of us
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| I have always wanted to be close to you. |