The Blue

 By Frank Peter Hermsen

 

Thougts ´bout broken dreams

Questions in your mind

Lonelyness in the dark

No answers to find

A shadow on your face

A movement far away

A noise beneath your feet

Pray while you may

The moon doesn´t talk tonight

The moon doesn´t breathe tonight

The moon doesn´t cry tonight

The moon is dead tonight

Illusion, lonelyness, confusion emptyness

Your life is just a dream, the dream is just a scream

Love is hate and hate is love

In the deep of the blue

The tragic mystic of the moon

Is calling for you

Voices, whispers, lonely shadows

Are waiting for you

But there´s no way to run

From the deep of the blue

Blood runs through your thougts

You wish to be lost

You wish to be wise

Whatever it costs

A strange voice is calling

Reaches your ear

And in the depth of your eyes

A lonely bloodred tear

The moon doesn´t shine tonight

The moon doesn´t sing tonight

The moon doesn´t cry tonight

The moon is dead tonight

Submission, damnation, hatred, violation

Strange words and dreams, wishful thinking and screams

© FPH 1990

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