Near The End Of The World
Peter Von Poehl
I dropped a few shells on my way
Far is the dune of the ruby sand
Where I would sit
And watch the time stopping by
I crossed a village made of ice
White silent houses weep at night
A lake that never breaks
Held the echo of her name
I went straight, the labyrinth collapsed
I followed the road of no return
She might find me
Near the end of the world
I saw candles burning on a hill
The light or the thought remained still
The horizon was disguised
As a long corridor
So I picked a few thorns on the road
The sense of the arrows
Showed me where
The catcher in my dream
Drew a portrait of her
I went straight, the labyrinth collapsed
I followed the road of no return
And never looked behind
I'm almost there
And there's no coming back
I followed the road of no return
She might find me
Near the end of the world