Night was an empty room
A strange and distant silence
Searching mystery in the eyes
Of who ever goes, who ever comes

Night, you broke the wall of complex
Upon de basis of a flying glass
Flying round and round, hand in hand

Night, you are a blank illusion
Of those who get in but never out

I open you a door to fantasy
Drawning reality in the edge
The dark edge, of a glass of beer

I got in your world in total despair
For a future of doubt
With my back to the table
Watching the mystery in the eyes of who ever goes and comes