If I ask myself how all of this came to be,
how it took hold of1 your desire
like a flood made of fire-sand,
your heaven2 (was) burned forever
Too fast it climbed your stage
without colour or expiation
Only your curtain you draw together
Black
That's how your friends lost you
And that's how your enemy desires you to be
Perhaps you don't know how life3 works
Start running, I can
I can see it
In what a wonderful way the angels misdemean
I can see it
Does it lay itself down next to you?
(Does) it look deep inside your head?
Does it know how much exactly it needs to turn up?4
Black
Let yourself go where it paints5 you white
Let's go deeper inside you
There is no heaven2 anymore since ages
Start running, I can
I can see it
In what a wonderful way the angels misdemean
I can see it
Your desire is too great
This danger can never go away
Perhaps you know now who sticks by you
Start running, I can (do it)
1. or "how it filled up"2. a. b. or "sky"3. or "living"4. e.g. turn up a volume control5. lit. "makes"