There was a time when stillness meant nothing to me.
Once, silence meant lack of sound;
Fall came once a year.
I danced, redcheeked, each year´s first snow,
tongue out to taste each flake´s welcome sting.
I laughed, distinct from nature´s cycles,
A scrap of wonder, floating in a torrent of sorrow I couldn´t grasp.
That laugh, mouth open, sums up my past.
I craved fulfillment, too shallow to know
I could never be fully filled again.

Here we are and it´s open.
I lay her down in the glow (half of creation´s destruction).
Replaced the moon and the stars with candles.
Black and Grey
is to drown, when yesterday

Fades (through broken glass).
Hate (what I´ve become).
Enclosed, please find Silence.
Fade (through broken glass).
Hate (what I´ve become).
Enclosed please find Silence,
Everything´s shallow, we´re chasing ourselves beneath a stone,
I am covered in make-up that won´t wash away beneath a stone.

We are joy. I was just a boy.
Goodnight.

Beauty scar, powdered make-up,
melting eyes, smile of bone.
I replaced the moon and the stars with candles.
We are all the same when everything

Fades (through broken glass).
Hate (what I´ve become).
Enclosed, please find Silence.
Fade (through broken glass).
Hate (what I´ve become).
Enclosed please find Silence,
Everything´s shallow, we´re chasing ourselves beneath a stone,
I am covered in make-up that won´t wash away beneath a stone.

We are joy, so take my hand.

Sing inside the shadows she surrounds the love I hid.
The beating of a god that won´t let go.
I know, Black and Grey is to drown in yesterday.
We are joy, so take my hand.