emotions, put down into letters
does anything else matter?
Why do the people never know
That you cares about how they are?
Is this only time in its constant flow
Or are their hearts cold and too far?
Though I always look, if I was happy
I'm soon only a scream from inside
Never showing (to protect you) my inner worries
I'm maybe going to lose my mind
And let's howl at the autumn moon
Nobody knows, what's coming soon
So forget in howling all your great sorrow
Let us dream together till tomorrow
Under the silver streams of the autumn moon...