Monday's Ghost

In your distant zitilites
I tried to read your time at night
I tried to find your roof your floor
The corners of your mind, the four

The red flags on your dear façade
Wouldn't break the secret to my guards
Told me not with which wind to come
Refused to tell how and when

And I'll return down to the mines
Where you are safe from me
And I will stop to burn your house
And keep you safe from me

How could I so clearly find
And have no chance to read your signs
Bring me back to your front door
And let me pretend that I was waited for

I wish that you would search the mines
And keep them safe from me
I wish that you would stop the fire
And keep it safe from me - will ich will bi dir sie