Walking Down The Streets At Night

I See Her Stumbling Through The Rain

A Skinny Figure In The Dark

Her Face A Shade Of Grey



Begging Here And Barking There

She´s Swearing All The Time

Her Fingers Fumbling With Her Hair

A Dirty Mess Of Grime



And She Starts To Cry And She´s Asking Why

Her Life´s Always The Same

But She Does Not See, That Unfortunately

There´s No One Here To Blame



"heroin" She Said, "was The Best I Had...

No More Mountains Left To Climb.

The World So Slow... All My Dreams Just Too High

To Be Fulfilled In Time...!"



She Grabs My Arm... And I Feel Alarmed

Her Fingers Gripping Tight

I See Her Pleading Eyes... So I Start To Diguise

And Say, That Everything´s Alright...



And The Reason Why I Pretended And Lied

Is That I Don´t Want To Kill

The Poor Dream That´s Left In The Deepest Cleft

Of The Thing That She Calls Will...!



"heroin" She Said...