Do you dream of me?
Come down, slowly
I'm waiting by your side
Come down, carefully
I'm waiting by your side
I'll grab you when you fall
Down to the waking hours
Silent sweeps as golden corn
Down to the waking hours
How i wish that I could
Break into your dreams
Do I have the force I need
To break into your dreams
I hold you in my arms
Dimmed by scarlet morning red
I whisper in your ear
"Do you dream of me?"
I'm waiting by your side
Come down, carefully
I'm waiting by your side
I'll grab you when you fall
Down to the waking hours
Silent sweeps as golden corn
Down to the waking hours
How i wish that I could
Break into your dreams
Do I have the force I need
To break into your dreams
I hold you in my arms
Dimmed by scarlet morning red
I whisper in your ear
"Do you dream of me?"
Koliko vremena treba proći? Koliko noći odbrojati? Punih mjeseca pogledom otpratiti? Krvi pustiti? Utrobe prosuti? Kad je dosta? Kad postaje bolje? Kad postaje lakše? Kad...?
Kad u oku više nema trzaja? Kad sunce opet postaje toplo? Zvijezde čiste? Kad se ponovo vraćaju mirisi? Voda opet ima okus, a osmjeh smisao? Kad...?
Kad ispod lica više neće biti bola, iza osmjeha krik, u oku groblje? Kad od rana ostanu samo ožiljci... Da li će i dalje jednako boljeti?