Here and there:
The night swallowes every hard weight,
and takes the day out of its duty.
The moon stands steep and doesn't do anything again.
I close my eyes and I think of you.
Is anybody there when your wing breaks
who repairs it for you, who protects you.
Who watches over you, and carries you on clouds, who counts the stars for you when you sleep.
I try to preprogram a dream, and try to picture you coming to me.
I should stop straining my mind,
you are there and I am here.
Is anybody there when your wing breaks
who repairs it for you, who protects you.
Who watches over you, and carries you on clouds, who counts the stars for you when you sleep.
...when you sleep