Silently I am walking on Hollowed ground Am I walking? I seem to fly. Birds all around Mewhispering, gazing Suddenly a voice or two I turn aroundand Hardly can believe In what I hear In what I see The Nightingale Talks to stone, To a beast turning Red And Green And Blue "I'm alive" Says the bird, "I'm alive in here ", The Chameleon smiles It's fate Is it's youth, Never loved before, Never shared a tear Darkness fills the air And I realize I do not fly anymore No Chameleon, No Nightingale, No voice Over there, The riverside, A bridge On the other side I see flowers Everynow and then A flower on the way Slowly getting pale, Slowly recovering Beasts crawling, sneaking Silently weeping But I don't seem to notice Blue as I used to be, Till I found you It's the Chameleon Never responding Silently nodding, But never Spending a tune Never Let someone in, As deeply As you did with Me It's the Chameleon Never responding Silently nodding, But never Spending a tune Is it worth a try Or will I drown? What better way To die In search of life? As I step on, A CrushI drown, I die Happy though... Happy not to have Let a thing in life untried A last view to The Chameleon Never Responding Silently Nodding