The Plague

(Engel)
 I spent many a night laying on my back
 Waiting for the dawn to pierce a crack in the ceiling
 Hanging from the sky
 And I envied the boy who grabbed the toy
 And ran away and found the joy
 While I stood in the shadows wondering why
 Flying towards me, wrapped in laughter
 A woman's face, a terrible taste
 Of the morning after kisses and goodbyes
 I can never seem to catch my footsteps
 Have desires they fly away
 And every day I've got to fight the Plague
 How can I live an hour like this
 When anguish strikes me like a fist
 My nakedness exposed, and I can't stand
 Still I try to remember lips on lips
 And hits on the hips, and ice and fire
 and gloom and glow
 When did they leave the man
 In the river of the night I see
 A face that shimmers down at me
 But like a falling star burns itself out
 Like a lead leaf scrapes the gravelled ground
 My voice cries out, a gravelled sound
 But no-one's there to hear me but the Plague
 Straining hard to see
 Running after me
 I keep pounding
 Pounding on the door
 But it's all so vague
 When you meet the Plague
 And I keep coming, I keep coming back for more