A feeling between you and me Like walking on freshly fallen snow A feeling between you and me Like walking on frozen streets Finding a foothold amid all the noise Of the big city and the industrial stream that makes us too light Neon shadows Neon light Neon people Neon promises Neon screams Still Real Nothing Because we so carelessly put everything at risk Thoughtless, unguarded... or perhaps too predictable It's hard to calculate the high stakes The lies that promise beauty, wealth and happiness are too tempting Without lifting a finger And we want to go down decadently The others too, who live off our waste Does the brightly lit illusory world blind us to the unobstructed view Of everything that is actually good and right A feeling like taking a warming bath When the cold remains inside And the condensation runs off the scrubbed-clean tiles You disappear into your thoughts and linger there for a while Illusions drip from the radio speakers The foam covers your toes and Mum warns you not to lie in it too long It makes you wrinkly But, what the heck... the lotion will fix it WHO will take care of the rest Even ashes are turned into money What remains is this longing For freshly fallen snow Untouched Unspoiled Indescribably peaceful Immortal Until the thaw And the dirt reappears