The Dream
Blood running down
his face is white
somewhere a clown has left the light
Looking at the sea
with mind at ease
being seen by his fright
Follow the sun
wait for the hour to come
a future bright and gone
Leaning gently at her face
holding a hand
In this longing for eternity
and hopeless love
Blood running down
his face is white
somewhere a clown has left the light
Rest behind the ruin of fear
silent as the darkest night
Flowing on the beach
as a feathered bird
reaching out for some food
Leaning gently at her face
holding a hand
In this longing for eternity
and hopeless love
Writer/s: Johnny Kühn, Helge Nordstrøm
