Walking down the streets at night
i see her stumbling through the rain
a skinny figure in the dark
her face a shade of grey
Begging here and barking there
she´s swearing all the time
her fingers fumbling with her hair
a dirty mess of grime
And she starts to cry and she´s asking why
her life´s always the same
but she does not see, that unfortunately
there´s no one here to blame
"heroin" she said, "was the best i had...
no more mountains left to climb.
the world so slow... all my dreams just too high
to be fulfilled in time...!"
She grabs my arm... and i feel alarmed
her fingers gripping tight
i see her pleading eyes... so i start to diguise
and say, that everything´s alright...
And the reason why i pretended and lied
is that i don´t want to kill
the poor dream that´s left in the deepest cleft
of the thing that she calls will...!
"heroin" she said...