Café of Lost Dreams - Todtgelichter

In the Café of lost dreams

The night has no eyes

My fever has no heat

And the shadows cure my hate

A theatre of visions plays in my head

Malarial consciousness now remedied

Old grayface, play a song for me

A dissonant tune, a weird lilt

Damp neonlight fills the streets

I search for an anchor

Between monolithic towers of empty life

Pour me a glass of amnesia

Bleak your teeth of pure stone

Sway your arms of concrete flesh

Search with eyes of thousand souls

Your piped veins in turmoil

Bleak your teeth of pure stone

Sway your arms of concrete flesh

Search with eyes of thousand souls

Your piped veins in turmoil

Rest your soul a little while

In the café of lost dreams

An unspoken agony cooled down

The old devourer bereaved a little

Greenlight flows all riverlike

A duke plays a jazzy tune

Glass-interspersed walls light up again

As clouds unveil the moonlit path

On which we all will walk one day