From the Fog

A new day's horizon
Lifts up from the floor,
The love-sick Asylum
Invites ill and poor,
The fog frees a man
Hurt by the road,
He longs for a chance
To confort his soul...

He comes to the door
And he rings the bell.
He's seen it before,
This strange, haunted dwell,
The same house, in dreams,
The same silhouette, (he says):
"It seems I've found you,
My Juliet!

We're living between dreams,
How can we forget it?
We see what we don't seem,
It seems we've neglected
Something...
I love you,
You love me,
How about it, girl, eternally?"

You can see she's nervous,
Her wait has been sour,
She trembles a bit
From the top of her tower,
There's even a teardrop,
A stream on her cheek,
She longed for a chance
To awake from her sleep...

Now she's euphoric,
She runs through the stairs,
She's been suffocating,
And comes down for air,
Her true love is waiting
To face life's rodeo, (she says):
"Finally I see you,
My Romeo!

We're living between dreams,
How can we forget it?
We see what we don't seem,
It seems we've neglected
Something...
I love you,
You love me,
How about it, boy, eternally?"