The Dark Light Of The Night
Marek Jackowski
Saturn's fingers, sharp as night
touch my soul, squeeze it tight
the ice in my eyes,frozen screems
the mind from th e north blovs cold on my dreams
passing time drags me down to the floor
then goes to see the man next door
silent footsteps gently grieve
slip my heart into my sleeve
and the stars keep on blazing and spinning
and gazing and grinning at me
see my friends in my mirror
looking weaker looking bleaker
dead soul smiles, dead heart beating
dead man's hand blindly greeting
life just glides on by
don't hope don't need don't cry
don't trust don't lust don't dare
don't hate don't love don't care
and the stars keep on blazing and spinning
and gazing and grinning at me