drive at night,
leaving urban city life
feeling tired,
turn my back on city lights
passing some old buildings
in reduced circumstances

drive at night

drive to where I find the satellite town
sad and grey pavements
drive to where I ever find this silence
oh, my dear satellite town

drive at night
towards the next morning light
driving very fast
and without a friend by my side
east berlin nights, I like
stale smoke delights

something suppressed erupts
but it's not to be forseen, I guess
flush it into the gutter
and say to it good-bye
pink morn horizon offers views,
a new day awakes,
but will I find in it,
what I didn't find last night?


words: fülster
music: fülster