the hour is late
fears keeping you wake
it's all in your head
it's all in your head

the nightmare is nigh
in your tired eye
it's creeping nearby
it's creeping nearby

the danger exists
it's still in your head
it will never end
it will never end

Every day on this train station,
I stand and wait for confirmation.
She's standing on the other side,
and lets her hair out in a glide.

Shadows spilling on the platform,
wind is blowing in my face.
Number 23 incoming,
she is getting on the train.

And as I stand on this train station,
she turns around in confirmation.
The train doors close, I wave goodbye.
We'll see each other in no time.

The air feels nice, the station – empty,
next train is scheduled, one of many.
A windy summer afternoon,
it's cool, it's quiet, it goes too soon.

and every night
in quietest hour
I'm dreaming of a cosmic shower

the stars will shine
as night time falls
and paint the sky in shapes and noise

which we can't touch
and cannot hear
yet love wholeheartedly and real