MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
(words & music by A. Lukas)
I lie alone in my bed –
awake in the middle of the night
I think of where I have been,
what I´ve seen in the middle of the night
A black woman leads me,
dancing to a light that shines so bright
I´m light like a feather taken by the wind
in the middle of the night
Leads me home
I see a child with wide opened eyes
who sings a song I hardly understand
Its mournful cry, its steady sigh
What a wounded, haunted creature
Never been that terrified
The bowl in its hand shows a knife
that´s drenched with blood
Behind I saw familiar children,
playing in the sunset, holding hands –
I long for their touch
The pale moon shines, this old child tries
to throw away the bowl and run away
It would like to play from day to day
To be like all the others, though it isn´t,
sure no way
The black woman takes its hand,
leans on to smooth its worried brow
“The beauty we all long for is only one side,
needs the other one somehow”
Maybe sometimes when I´ll be wise
I´ll throw down all the images I´ve got inside
I won´t judge, enjoy the touch
of any kind of child that might come up –
I try to live
I try to live
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