Broken Time Machines - Stillife

Smell the rain

Of the awakening day

Thunder of dreams

Is roaring only for us

Delirious and weak

Bathing in the moonlight

We step into the mirrorland

While stars are raining down

We are the ones who dare

To grasp the invisible

To catch what no one

Has ever wished to believe

We share this illusion

This lifelong instant

To reach the ones

On the other side

The same old vision

As many nights before

The sky of 1997

That you won’t see anymore

Trapped in a kaleidoscope

Of glances, voices and scenes

Of vanished landscapes

And broken time machines