Alone in the far corner of a world of dreams I listen to the plaintive whisper of sweet memories They're clipped with time, a sedate, soothing rhyme Slowly cries the litany of mine Over this landscape of loose translation My trembling gathers a tacit rejection In seclusion I dwell in deep desolation In desperate secrecy, my pain I live to steal the night again The day has come too soon Sobbing, the stranger's clutch is due So little time to learn so much No other night could bring such a passionate touch Over this landscape of loose translation My trembling gathers a tacit rejection In seclusion I dwell in deep desolation In desperate secrecy, my pain I live to steal the night again Finally all the destructive words were said Nothing left only to keep what is sacred The memories kept again for all remaining time But now, there's a future in this fucking crime Over this landscape of loose translation My trembling gathers a tacit rejection In seclusion I dwell in deep desolation In desperate secrecy, my pain I live to steal the night again