The Dream

on Postcard #1 - Hiddensee - Songs for the Apocalypse



last night I had the same old dream again:
everything was coming to an end; the
trees were all trembling and smoke filled
the air and you looked so frightened
but I didn‘t care
and when I did my last breath I still
wondered what they were making such
a fuss about. I heard thunder rolling and
screams of despair and all hell broke
I still didn‘t care

and now that I‘m awake again and
breathing and realize that all is still alive,
despite all this beauty, whatever I do I
silently wish for that dream to come true