How different are the doors and walkways when it´s dark outside

The sounds and memories appear to twist and turn the mind

The rainy days have gone on far too long to be recalled

I crossed a line

And now it´s time

For another night

Looking for me

Behind the windowpane

The phantom face

Words seem to be in vain

Looking for me

Arriving as the dark

The shadowy

Dream-thing who bears a scarred mark

How different are the minds and mind-plays when it´s dark inside

I get the strongest boards to block all of my windows tight

The walls around me rise as ramparts, make me safe and sound

And still I´m far

Further from home

Than ever before