last time

When I was dead asleep

behind

Towering walls

They built a world outside

and I

missed the wake-up call

My stony breath crawled

to glory heavens be

there was a sea of sound

When I was dead asleep

behind

Towering walls

They built a world outside

and I

missed the wake-up call

When I break cripple legs

Through long winding streets

Fill me with suffering

And the people

Would see right through me

c7

Selfishly

Never did we mention

Their names

Our names

Lost in the image

Born of reflections

Of our prolific

Imagination

Convulsing with Shivers

With a single touch of the Brush

We quivered

Never 

Knowing why ...

We 

Dying for sheer simplicity

We

Searching for own eyes in the dark

We

We longed for solitude

Like for the light

Like for the labyrinth of dusty paths for cat`s endless meandering ...

We lost the sense of place and time,

and the stars of our fate in the sky died out

Styczeń