Lemons, oranges,
Tea time is for taking a nap
A good night sleep
For all nightmares to be awaken
Terror is out there
In a strangers eyes,
In a dead bird,
In some unreadable line,
In some book maybe
In some medical book
Wearing old clothes, none of them is mine
Tearing them off
Taking a bow for the cat
That is terror that´s in the eyes of a wise man
A sentence with an ending
My name, repeating itself
Like some strange tune, carrying itself
Out of this world