Traces of the Night - In Mitra Medusa Inri

Awoke benumbed

Without the feeling

To find time

Body and soul are searching for

The memories of the last hours

Reflecting lights in wet panes

Clouds passing by quickly

The past is lying on the lips

The desire of what doesn’t exist

Too tired for sleeping

Too weak for living

Awoke benumbed

Without the feeling

Crashed, slightly bent

Mirror-images don’t deny

Everything is strange but also real

There’s a feeling of an in-between

Try to hold the night

While I’m sleeping

I give the chance to the day

I only know, no matter what

I will decide

I won’t follow traces