Sitting on the foot of her bed
Moon and the blinking lighthouse give
Unexpected warmth to the fruity shadows
Staring at the crystal stairs, she was there
Silently gasping, dying above the clouds

I´m moving, dreaming

There was an open window facing the sky
Some splinters fell down on a bed

I´m moving around on warm squares which are
Taking on a tinge of bluish transparency

In the muffled night (standing still)
Tiles are transforming (standing still)
Into crystal stairs (standing still)
I see the warm ice field

The warm ice field …

Houses were getting smaller and smaller
I saw myself moving on the see-through stairs
Houses were getting smaller and smaller
Blue lights make me scared
But I´m feeling fine