No One Is There

	Now and then I'm scared, when i seem to forget
	how sounds become words or even sentances...
	No, i don't speak anymore and what could i say,
	since no-one is there and there is nothing to say...

	So, i prefer to lie in darkest silence alone...
	listening to the lack of light, or sound,
	or someone to talk to, for something to share...
	but there is no hope and no-one is there.

	No, no, no... not one living soul
	and there is nothing (left) to say,
	in darkness I lie all alone by myself,
	sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.

	I am not breathing a word, i haven't spoken for weeks
	and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears.
	But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times
	that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind...

	I am the mistress of loneliness,
	my court is deserted but i do not care.
	The presence of people is ugly and cold
	and something i can neither watch nor bear.

	So, i prefer to lie in darkest silence alone,
	listening to the lack of light, or sound,
	or someone to talk to, for something to share...
	but there is no hope and no-one is there.

	No, I don't speak anymore and what should i say,
	since no-one is there and there is nothing to say?
	All is oppressive, alles ist schwer,
	there is no-one and

	Now and then I' m scared, when i seem to forget
	how sounds become words or even sentances...
	No, i don' t speak anymore and what could i say,
	since noone is there and there is nothing to say...

	So, i prefer to lie in darkest silence alone...
	listening to the lack of light, or sound,
	or someone to talk to, for something to share...
	but there is no hope and noone is there.

	No, no, no... not one living soul
	and there is nothing left to say,
	in darkness I lie all alone by myself,
	sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.

	I am not breathing a word, i haven' t spoken for weeks
	and yet the mistress inside me is secretly straining her ears.
	But there is noone, and it seems to me at times
	that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind...

	I am the mistress of loneliness,
	my court is deserted but i do not care.
	The presence of people is ugly and cold
	and something i can neither watch nor bear.

	So, i prefer to lie in darkest silence alone,
	listening to the lack of light, or sound,
	or someone to talk to, for something to share...
	but there is no hope and noone is there.

	No, I don' t speak anymore and what should i say,
	since noone is there and there is nothing to say?
	All is oppressive, alles ist schwer,
	there is noone and