« and I know the world is cold »landscapes in my psychethe dying do not crydriven apart and blown awayohne Dich wird es Nachta tear, blood from my soulI think, therefore I cryfor you, hear meohne Dich wird es Nachtif psychic balance is a sheltered palacesee myself lost in the garden outsidewaiting for someone to come outwhat do you do so far awayyou are there in another lifeand your December dreams, your thoughts are mineI see Jesus behind a window-pane upstairsa part of this is a bit of youand when you wake up in the morningI’ll be the one who smiles for youI fade for the Flower like an unfulfilled dreammay you always remain to shine like I have seenI fade like a flower, like someone on a crosslit up, brought down, but love does cost