What is life if not a ship about to sink
Flamboyant garden of deep hidden distress
Death shrouded in a charming evening dress
Dispensing suave drops of this absinthe drink
And still I strive to find a meaning
For this fragile and hopeless feeling
All is crushed to dust and no one
Can prevent it
It’s rooted in life’s nature
No wonder and no lie
God’s little honey creature
Even she is bound to die
Was it a dream of a dream - all too real
Coming from lone distant lands
Is there something wrong with these hands
That held you once but lost you oh my dear
Your marred construction
It’s torn from side to side
From the smallest cracks
You still keep silent
And pitch black is the night
Can’t even see your tracks