A Song For — Cadaverous Condition

look at the cat, it flies above my head how will you live, how will you like it look at the cat, it flies above your head I can seldom be with you, I'm in doubt

sorry I can't promise you a world without fools and please beware of all the lies oh I'm sorry child that love is not luck pain in severance and pleasure in sighs

city lights are wonderful, so is the wood in spring of home you think when you're away, there's woe in everything and I tell you it is beautiful now to be alone but only in the knowledge to have someone later on

and the real nightmares are the dreams of joy and of wealth for then you'll wake in belief of all these dreamed things you don't have

it seems that we gained a bit of immortality I will always have with you this piece of eternity

look at the child it has your face and mine look now it smiles, somewhere in time