Step by step the greyness creeps
along the roads that lead to me
I am sipping cups of bitter tea
cold are the winds that come to me
from a land without no tree
As we watch our neighbours face
careful nurses come to mind
peaceful motions of an old nuns arm
try to choke a lonely star
storytellers gone too far
Pure ice melts in trembling heads
cant get back the prepaid rent
now and then we all cannot decide
I can see I can see
I can see the silence in your eyes
Memories come and disappear
I hear songs of love my dear
who is flying over us tonight
tries to hush us into sleep
into silence falling deep