my empty pages

 

 

 

my burning dream was

 

no brandings to get burned

 

the west now seems lost

 

and i don't feel concerned

 

cause my empty pages

 

press blossom and a curl

 

of my girl

 

 

 

i said to rudi

 

i´ll take the countryside

 

he said then you´ll be

 

missing our downtown beacon lights

 

to run from fire i said

 

is just an ancient tribe

 

of life

 

 

 

the day my empty pages are done

 

they´ll might be torn by storm and bleached by sun

 

and i wish i can say

 

my chapters then have all turned to one

 

 

 

they´ll come to see me

 

out in the savage wild

 

they´ll try to free me

 

they´ll step back from my smile

 

cause my empty cages

 

now bare your alibis

 

and lies

 

 

 

the day my empty pages are done ...