Extended memories passing by Movies of ancient times Long ago Not more than phantoms of the past Lurking in the distance
Distorted visions clearing up Growing and fading Poorly defined pictures From another reality
Touched by fate Slowly, very slowly Veiled with imaginations Image of the past Now I'm walking through my own Concrete garden My own private sphere Of my own memories Of fictional nature Of fictional nature In the concrete garden Is no place to hide Never see a light in the concrete garden.