"and I know the world is cold"      landscapes in my psyche   the dying do not cry   driven apart and blown away   ohne Dich wird es Nacht      a tear, blood from my soul   I think, therefore I cry   for you, hear me   ohne Dich wird es Nacht      if psychic balance is a sheltered palace   see myself lost in the garden outside      waiting for someone to come out   what do you do so far away   you are there in another life      and your December dreams, your thoughts are mine   I see Jesus behind a window-pane upstairs      a part of this is a bit of you   and when you wake up in the morning   I'll be the one who smiles for you      I fade for the Flower like an unfulfilled dream   may you always remain to shine like I have seen   I fade like a flower, like someone on a cross   lit up, brought down, but love does cost