Requiem Songtext
von Joolz

Slowly, slowly, the heavy golden days
Slide past like honey off a spoon
The fire hisses and the wind outside
Shakes the windows in their frames
People pass outside, their lives like tramlines
Moving in some silent, ritual passage
Faces blank as water
Their eyes folded and secret
Clutching themselves to themselves
Corseted and strapped against the world′s tricks
Nothing makes them jump
These autumn weeks slip past like a timeless river


Never to return
A sightless melancholy washes the faces
And the streets
They say that those who die from exposure
At the end, cuddle in their snow shrouds
As if, as if it were a lover's arms
Warm and sleepy
As the lady takes them home for the last time
And as the storm clouds of hysteria
Thicken and rumble on horizons far away
I wonder if this stupor is our last golden dream
And if we′ll ever wake from it again