Traces Of The Night

Awoke benumbed
Without the feeling
To find time
Body and soul are searching for
The memories of the last hours
Reflecting lights in wet panes
Clouds passing by quickly
The past is lying on the lips
The desire of what doesn't exist
Too tired for sleeping
Too weak for living
Awoke benumbed
Without the feeling
Crashed, slightly bent
Mirror-images don't deny
Everything is strange but also real
There's a feeling of an in-between
Try to hold the night
While I'm sleeping
I give the chance to the day
I only know, no matter what
I will decide
I won't follow traces