Nothing ever happens when you are alone and at the bottom
And when the nights draw into subconsciousness until ranemem-brance an avalanche of rolling weights squeezes your feet
And only later does sweat begin to interfere

Only later does the city awaken

(some tattered streets
The flush of wet tracks
The first tram through the suburbs
Grows in my eyes)

Morning ritually descends upon the stage
With exceeding regard
I move out of the way
A double disguise on his face
Makes providence excessive
How can I control myself when this feeling
So different from everything that I understand
From everything that I want to see
Is destroying me

Something like a flash

Again I saw a film about disillusionment
Or maybe it was a chronicle of the unknown
Because that's what a man
Neither alive nor dead nor a sailor is called
If I ever have my wish
And you agree thinking
It's the only way to keep him
If I ever make it there where fear subsides
I'll be ready to forget

(some tattered streets
The flash of the wet tracks
The first tram over the suburbs
Shine in your eyes)