Everything here is unchanged It looks like everywhere This whole area is out of my way So I rarely come around here Here are those who went And those who were made to leave Here are those for whom I appeared In the last film in flight in free fall Most of them are still very hungry And they don't even have cigarettes So they just cling to the ideas. There is a place around the corner Where your dead friends live... Some drift through places and thoughts Blind passengers in subways and busses Or they simply stand around and wait Even those who couldn't wait any longer Here they have nothing else to do Especially at night they are bothered by boredom There is a place around the corner Where your dead friends live... It is nothing It is nothing I call you by your old names I do not change my tone of voice I let them fall like they always fell Now that you are just not visible not touchable And also unassailable It's all still the the same Only you are waiting in between Not very far you're rather close Around the corner so to speak Around the corner so to speak Around the corner so to speak It is nothing It is nothing It is nothing It is