my empty pages




my burning dream was


no brandings to get burned


the west now seems lost


and i don't feel concerned


cause my empty pages


press blossom and a curl


of my girl




i said to rudi


i´ll take the countryside


he said then you´ll be


missing our downtown beacon lights


to run from fire i said


is just an ancient tribe


of life




the day my empty pages are done


they´ll might be torn by storm and bleached by sun


and i wish i can say


my chapters then have all turned to one




they´ll come to see me


out in the savage wild


they´ll try to free me


they´ll step back from my smile


cause my empty cages


now bare your alibis


and lies




the day my empty pages are done ...