Waiting Room Testo

Far, inside a hall

like a sort of intuition

a naked sound into the void

breaks the clean light of day


Marble stairs that climb
into an empty building

where behind every door, (again)

a feeling seems to fade


This endless

angst

dissolves

the will

to find oneself

and the eternity
as one

turns into a far

grey shade

and then vanishes

at all


Everything

relates to me

Nothing less

than my reflection


Further than you could say

the mirrored image

of this times

reveals the face

of true desire

somewhere,

you should guess why...

you should guess why...