Be gone from me, you quiet moon!
Who loves on high, cross not the sky again.
Set in the west, now's not too soon!
Your love, afar, brings naught but pain.

Caress my sleeping cheek, you will.
My sleeping tears you'll kiss and still.
I'd rather that you left my night,
For sleeping tears call Aphrodite.

My dream awake! Sit on my mind!
I dream of you, our rendevous.
Wrap me tight, my woes unwind.
I'll in your nimble limbs abide.

Kiss me hard, be hot and fair,
To my calm moon I'll be untrue.
I need my days, my love affair.
Moonwashed, my tears, when gone are you.

I never ever thought I'd be,
A living victim;
A refugee.
Cast alone and far from home,
Without a family.


"What kind of hell, this foreign land?
My tears are lost in this strange sand.
At home, from sands are towers rising,
The city's safe and so inviting,
An endless catacomb of man."


"A catacomb, ha! That is for sure;
Those giant headstones ride the shore.
Headstones for giants? No! What is more:
Men shrink to suit the cages they adore.


Take a breath! The air is clear!
And raise your eyes, there's nought to fear!
Those shifting men with drifting eyes,
Those plaques of flashing, coloured lies
Have not the mettle to follow you here!"


"But my desired mettle's their's!
Where gold does glitter, diamonds care.
I cannot stand this empty land,
Where nothing flashes, nought is grand.
Theres nothing here my heart can bear."


"Ay, here is nought and nought is grand.
I'll plant my soul into this sand.
Where lies and troubles, nought and few,
Shall drown each morning in the dew.
Where you shall find no hypocrites
To take your bribes and sign your writs.


And here we shall not, all important,
Be self-censored, all impotent.
We shall not here retard out youth,
With pretty pills and plastic tubes!
Here life shall shine and run abundent!"


I never ever thought I'd find
A man of a contrary mind.
Truly alone and far from my home,
With one man's heart behind.

I cannot find a girl who has excitement in her eyes,

Who's brow is lined with hopes that now have past their prime and died.

Who's heart will still set sail despite the many times shes failed,

Who's eyes can see beyond her life's horizon.

You know I wish upon a star but like my hopes they're very far...

Everyone's a cynic and a qualifi-ed critic.

Everybodys been there seen it been it all before.

Wilted like a flower in a sour winter shower,

Love is old before our time and we have all outlived it.

Yes, the age of mass production, laser beams and liposuction,

Ushered in a mass reduction of our most romantic dreams...

A child's eyes in an ageing mind,

Who knows the lines but doesn't mind

If they get crossed or bent or lost

As in the end we only find...

That the most beautiful things in life never really make sense.