silence – Page 2 – Scriptorium '77

Midnight For My Soul

I possibly like the night too much
When everyone else is sleeping or dreaming or whoring or such
There is an inner peace I find
Don’t get me wrong, I do trust my working mind

Waltzing Umbrellas

Willing not to be seen
Sometimes outside while walking
Along the streets under rain
Umbrellas in beautiful colours

Paranoid World

We act and talk against each other / Because we live in constant fear
Paranoia grows in every corner / But we ignore what’s next and dear.