"At night I close my eyes and step into the street.
I’m in my sleep and in this town,
Which as a child was everything.
The mystery of my memory which weaves a perfect seam,
Has sown itself into my soul,
Which as a child was all a dream."
"At night I close my eyes and step into the street.
I’m in my sleep and in this town,
Which as a child was everything.
The mystery of my memory which weaves a perfect seam,
Has sown itself into my soul,
Which as a child was all a dream."