Roads, these roads are clad in smoke 
Your talks are drifting past like trains - they scarcely stop 
Now I'm gone astray in here 
Where tired walls are chattering:: 
Don't stay! 
Don't stay! … and all the ones around me are fainting shapes again 
Fear has shut away your dreams 
You walk towards a smokescreen, fretful tool 
I start to sing a song about the cat with the silvery paws 
She plays with starry blades of grass and dreams her little life away 
I wonder where 
I am - under the snow in a sunday cloak 
But you just say 
I'd think too much 
Maybe you're right - who will ever know?