How different are the doors and walkways when it´s dark outside The sounds and memories appear to twist and turn the mind The rainy days have gone on far too long to be recalled I crossed a line And now it´s time For another night
Looking for me Behind the windowpane The phantom face Words seem to be in vain Looking for me Arriving as the dark The shadowy Dream-thing who bears a scarred mark
How different are the minds and mind-plays when it´s dark inside I get the strongest boards to block all of my windows tight The walls around me rise as ramparts, make me safe and sound And still I´m far Further from home Than ever before
Looking for me Behind the windowpane The phantom face Words seem to be in vain Looking for me Arriving as the dark The shadowy Dream-thing who bears a scarred mark
Departure of day is here Midnight is the divide My silent guest again returns Uncalled for To crash my gate
