A Snake of Red around
the Neck of Maida, I call it Home,
just for one Night ...
A Snake of Red around
the Neck of Maida,
I call it Home, just for tonight I want to burn ...
In the Fires of Kindness, there
moves a Sparkle in a starlike Movement away ...
Smoke on empty Streets and Smoke
inside my Head, Smoke on empty Streets inside my Head ...
no there is no Place, there is no Place for Strangers ...
There is no Place, there is no Place for You ...
And in the Ashes of the secret Keepers,
we found the Gold for buying us Freedom ...
so borderless and white and ruled by ancient
Gods, so borderless and heartshaped white ...
And there is no Place, there is no Place for Angels ...
There is no Place, there is no Place for you...
