(when the trail I follow looks hazy and far beyond my reach ...)

Just another Friday night with music, film and wine
- the voices in my head cried out, I thought they were not mine

I kept pretending not to fear the thoughts inside your head,
kept believing all was well and nothing would be said

But suddenly you changed it all - the thread of hope was cut,
the voices mine, this was the time of doors forever shut

Don't think that I need you
to kiss or even touch my head of tears
I am here and you are there and everything's alright
although the night is dark and cold without
your body here to hold

Don't think that I want you
to heal or even see the wounds of fear
I am here and you are gone and everything is well
although the hell of losing you makes
my nightmares cry for you

Don't think that I love you
my dear, or even miss your smile too much
I am here and you have fled and everything is fine
although the time has come once more of
bleeding wounds and closing doors -
of bitter fear and eyelids shut,
because the thread of hope is cut,
of dreamless days and sleepless nights
because your words turned out to be lies

Somehow I died a little or
maybe even more than that -
I guess you didn't expect to find
my love inside your head

Somehow I died a little or
maybe even more than that -
I guess you didn't expect to find
my body inside your head

Somehow I died a little - no
surely much, much more than that -
I guess I didn't expect to find
my corpse inside your head