I sit in pregnant silence, dreaming wide awake
lost in thoughts till daybreak.
My midnight madness dies away at dawn
when the time to wake up is probably gone.
I fold my hands and ask God for you in prayer
I offer him my soul, my conscience.
I see you through shut eyes, talk to empty skies
search for your look in every single face.
I spin like a thread ball opening on itself
I look into the mirror but cannot find myself.
I walk on a bed of nails, blood flows in silent wails
I beg you on my knees, blow the wind back in my sails.
Teardrops stored aplenty tumble down my face
and the ticking clock hands run a wild goose chase.