Lyrics:
Black is white.
Day is night and there is no wonder at all.
Suc h a day:
Every way the writing was right on the wall.
Some kind of dream
That should never have been:
There’s only the music inside me now.
Right is wrong.
Screeming silence in a place I call my head.
In a way,
I am just a shadow of the one your are.
Some kind of love—ha!
It fits like the glove
That tightens its grip round my hanging neck.
You live!
I die!
We’re coming to my last goodbye—
A word I cannot contemplate.
You’re all contradiction
You’re all that I know . . .
You’re all I cannot understand.
(I’m moving to a country of madness.)
Now is then.
Then is now and there is no escape I see.
Once again
You’re gone again
You’re gone again but here you are.
Some kind of dream
That should never have been.
There’s only the silence inside me now.
You live!
I die!
We’re coming to my last goodbye—
But it’s a word I cannot contemplate.
There is no good reason
And neither no rhyme:
There’s only a life in decline.
(I’m moving to a country of madness.)
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