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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

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

Departure of day is here

Midnight is the divide

My silent guest again returns uncalled for to crash my gate

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

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