Ewigheim

A snake of red around the neck of Maida…
I call it home just for one night…
A snake of red around the neck of Maida…
I call it home just for tonight I want to burn…
In the fires of kindness, there moves a sparkle in a starlike movement away…
Smoke on empty streets…
Smoke inside my head…
Smoke on empty streets inside my head…
There is no place for strangers, there is no place for you…
And in the ashes of the secret keepers we found the gold for buying us freedom.
So borderless and white and ruled by ancient gods, so borderless and
heartshaped white…
There is no place for strangers, there is no place for you…
There is no place for angels, there is no place for you…