Night was an empty room A strange and distant silence Searching mystery in the eyes Of who ever goes, who ever comes Night, you broke the wall of complex Upon de basis of a flying glass Flying round and round, hand in hand Night, you are a blank illusion Of those who get in but never out I open you a door to fantasy Drawning reality in the edge The dark edge, of a glass of beer I got in your world in total despair For a future of doubt With my back to the table Watching the mystery in the eyes of who ever goes and comes