You saw her standing at the gateway
|
with her hands in the clouds
|
But the higher she is moving
|
the more it gets you down
|
And she's waiting in the afterglow
|
With her eyes somewhere else
|
It's like she says:
|
"Don't let it worry you"
|
|
Was it just a warning
|
Someday you might awake
|
Maybe all inside of you
|
is not enough for what you take
|
Was it just a warning
|
Someday you might awake
|
And maybe all inside of you,
|
maybe you'll fail
|
|
Somewhere out where you are standing still
|
and shovel dust in the wind
|
Someone told you'd
|
better wait until the rain will begin
|
Maybe it's time for reflections
|
and the night endless long gives
|
you chance enough
|
to make believe it's going on
|
|
Was it just a warning
|
Someday you might awake
|
Maybe all inside of you
|
is not enough for what you take
|
Was it just a warning
|
Someday you might awake
|
And maybe all inside of you,
|
maybe you'll fail
|
|
-----------------
|
The Tocsin
|
| Fools Garden |
