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
