...to Black... - After Crying

Tonight the moon is absent

But blind neons attack

The aimless, winding tram in the dark

My streets have gone to Black

It’s very Pepsi-poster

At one she held me back

Remember every motion of her

As ran away to Black

She went astray to Black

In strait canal a boat nears

Can see from paper made

In leaden cloak with ebony face

A tin-doll keeps to Black

A tin-soldier to Black

Tonight my wish is absent

A gnome stays in my mack

And cries inside by purple grimace

My Blackself goes to Black

I’m going into Black