Silently I am walking on hollowed ground
Am I walking? I seem to fly
Birds all around me whispering, gazing
Everynow and then
A flower on the way
Slowly getting pale,
Slowly recovering
Beasts crawling, sneaking
Silently weeping
But I don`t seem to notice
Suddenly a voice or two
I turn around and hardly can believe
In what I hear, in what I see
(The Nightingale talks to noone)
To a stone, To a beast turning
Red and green and blue
Blue as I used to be,
Till I found you
It`s the Chameleon never responding
Silently nodding,
But never spending a tune
"I`m alive" says the bird,
"I`m alive in here", The Chameleon smiles
It`s fate is it`s youth,
Never loved before, never shared a tear
never let someone in
As deeply as you did with me
It`s the Chameleon never responding
Silently nodding,
But never spending a tune
Darkness fills the air and I realize
I do not fly anymore
No Chameleon, no Nightingale, No voice
Over there the riverbed, a bridge
On the other side
I see flowers
Is it worth a try or will I drown?
What better way to die
in search of life?
As I step on,
a Crush I drown, I die
Happy though ...
Happy not to have
Let a thing in life untried
A last view to The Chameleon
never responding
Silently nodding,
But never spending a tune
(I'm alive, I'm alive in here
I'm alive, I'm alive in here)