Transition point

30.3. 2011

So many things in this life
I know almost nothing about
So many secrets we all hide

So many reasons to stop by
So many places to hang out

Then all I tend to say is a good bye.

A moment comes when the beat just stops
Everything moves and the sky - so high
Inside out a loss of sight

Feelings come of unknown heights
The brain has reached a state of dive
If you really want to love you have to fight

Strangers out there are holding hands
The tram has come to break my trance