Sandglass are emptying – here comes the time Crumps are falling from the sky to your eyes Feel your beat and you will join The broken rhythm of rolling worlds The farther you go the harder to break away Don’t look at mirrors to glance at the traces All breadcrumbs have disappeared Cast-iron bridges behind are made of tin
Your new friend smiles at you in the morning From the box of delicious corn flakes Your next dream will be a nightmare And you’ll be waiting for it for all that day Nothing special - it’s just a period Nothing personal - it’s just your place You open doors and newspapers are reporting That a new star crashed downwards. You feel a desert heat from the window, And streets are full of sweet mirages, You wander along the crystal valleys, But the sandglass don’t get more sand.
Oh, do you remember that pleasant time When there were only you and your senses? One on one And that was true
You heard many stories Told by rolling stones They felt their beats And flew away into the mist