IN GLOOM

dark late nite

of spirits and ghosts all around

I am the elvis from the silent underground

thinner than the breeze lighter than a kite

o pretty nite

when we feel safe and sound

our cold youthfulness strangely astounds

and we shine according to the colour of the lites!

ask this nite

how much does it worth a soul in pound

to see if it´s better to be a man or a hound

attending the opera instead of boring death rites

dark late nite

of spirits and ghosts never lost and found

no fantasy seems nonsense or out of bounds

no black will keep us from loving the oddities of white