When you think it's all over

When you think it's all over
it begins again,
and the time of the monsters
who are not dead returns
-and silence makes its nest in life,
makes its nest in things-,
when you think it's all over
it begins again.

Perhaps one night
the lift that always goes up
will stop at your flat,
and you and I will have to open,
and you and I helpless against the night
-we will have to open-:
that old, hateful night.
We will have to open and you can't say it:
when you think it's over
it begins again.