Angel of Solitude
(the confession of the daydreamer)

Far, far away from this place
There lives my Angel of Solitude.
He is out of time and out of space,
My mind, my reflection, my attitude.

I’ve been hunting high and low,
But I couldn’t find your magic ways,
I couldn’t see your absent eyes in their glow
And now I sadly look at all those wasted days.

Sweetheart, I long for you too much.
I’m lost in the boredom’s empty hall.
Will you ever give me your inner and your touch?
Do you really want to make the curtain fall?

The world is going to narcotize me down,
But while my soul is half-awake,
I still try to leave behind the town
And to worship the subjective fake.

You’re the one for me, you must be near.
Angels, sure, live far beyond the human dusty rings,
But you really must be somewhere here.
I guess I’ve heard the whirr of your tender wings.

I love you, my dear, I love you.
You can be sure, let’s make a deal:
My deep old feelings are somehow new.
I love you, darling, and I always will.

I’ve been waiting for so long, my dear.
Where shall I find you? – In the pure sky above?
Or under the ground, where they know my every tear?
Or in this town of the high-tech and freaky love?