Cecille

Policeman in front of my windscreen
Policeman with a signal in his hand
Or is it just a delusion
Of my tired eyes
My thoughts going around the occurence of last night
My hand on the steering wheel begins to tremble
At the beginning on my way here
Are staring two blind-eyes
Mirror writing, mirror writing
Mirror writing, mirror writing
My tears are running down
My tears are falling down
Dogs are running behind me
Closed doors are looking like dead eyes
In my hand the bloody knife
I close my eyes in a roundabout
Long long street behind me back
Long long street in front of me
I stop my car in the dark night
I switch the lights off
I get out of my car, out into the night
Voices around my confused head
Or is it just the wind
Or is it just the owl
I?m sitting in a cafe
In front of a mirror
I look into my eyes
They look for a spark
A voice is calling me
A voice from the inside
Outside there?s a mask
That is looking vacantly into the sky
Cecille is gone
Cecille, Cecille
Why have you gone
Cecille, Cecille
The bloody knife
In my hand
It tells me
A different story
Shut up, shut up
It? s not the truth
My tears are running down
My tears are falling down
Dogs are running behind me
Closed doors are looking like dead eyes
In my hand the bloody knife
I close my eyes in a roundabout