Roads, these roads are clad in smoke Your talks are drifting past like trains - they scarcely stop Now I'm gone astray in here Where tired walls are chattering: Don't stay! Don't stay! ... and all the ones around me are fainting shapes again Fear has shut away your dreams You walk towards a smokescreen, fretful tool I start to sing a song about the cat with the silvery paws She plays with starry blades of grass and dreams her little life away I wonder where I am - under the snow in a sunday cloak But you just say I'd think too much Maybe you're right - who will ever know?