The Mirror-Blue Night
Hanschen, Georg, Ernst & Otto:
Flip on a switch, and everything's fine
No more lips, no more tongue,
No more ears, no more eyes.
The naked blue angel,
Who peers through the blinds,
Disappears in the gloom
Of the mirror-blue night
Melchior:
But there's nowhere to hide
From these bones, from my mind.
It's broken inside
I'm a man and a child.
I'm at home with a ghost,
Who got left in the cold,
Who knocks at my peace,
With no keys to my soul.
Hanschen, Georg, Ernst & Otto:
And the whispers of fear,
The chill up the spine,
Will steal away too,
With a flick of the light.
The minute you do it,
With fingers so blind,
You remove every bit
Of the blue from your mind.
Melchior:
But there's nowhere to hide
From the ghost in my mind.
It's cold in these bones
Of a man and a child.
And there's no one who knows,
And there's nowhere to go.
There's no one to see
Who can see to my soul...
