Helpline - God's Bow

I open my window

And all I see

Formless faces are staring at me

They need new pictures to create new dreams

But dead eyes are cold

And can barely see

I’m going downstairs to hear about their fears

But amorphous mass doesn’t talk to me

They need new excitements

Thick fog of decadence

Their lips are cold

And can barely speak

Come and take my hand

I hear your tired breath

Come with me

Through the age of progress

Tell me all your fears

I know what we need

We need the helpline to save our hearts

We need so much more…

Sending a signal in empty space

On the dusty sidewalk

I still walk and dream

Drown in forgotten sea

The waves are swimming through you and me

On the empty sidewalk

We scream

Take my hand

Let us be shadows again

Let’s hide our eyes

Let’s hide our smiles

I want our pain

Disappear…