You keep discretion
you’re holding hidden secrets and
documentation
I’m only hearing
some catchwords shrill from the bland
microphones’ jeering
[Refrain:]
It’s your name I do know and your image too
since once more you revive
and I search the way out looking forward to
some different new life
(repeat verse)
The nights are creeping,
each second is a heavy score
as the clock’s ticking,
asking salvation
from something that’s not screaming or
hallucination
(refrain)
On kilometres’
abandonment and in the hush
of chronometres
now heard are dashes
all sirens, wagons in a rush
and ambulances
(refrain)
You keep discretion
you’re holding hidden secrets and
documentation