Glasses In The Dark

Mad Old Lady

Compositor: Eduardo Fagundes

Sleepless in the dark of night
Hear voices that my soul denies
Always – you’ve got to find the way

See shadows on my bedroom wall
See nothing beyond but a rising deep fall
No way – why can’t you go?

The glances that ain’t sacred
And vague hope in my mind
Build pictures of a future look it’s blind

Chosen made or fake
The distance might be right
Worsen, faded or hated cannot be right