Evening comes silently sighing,
lights turn on behind my window,
nobody remains alone in the dark.
Lights out, the shadows of the night spreads.
But I do not turn them on,
I don't think I barely need them,
when you are a bright light.
I would even say it shines too much.
Everybody wants to know why
my apartment remains totally dark.
Shadows intertwine, they suffocate
me no matter what happens.
But they don't know that light would
scare this tender hour away.
Therefore the two of us decided that never
should the lights shine on us.