When I open up the door and I step into a floor See me running down the way To another place I'll stay In this room there is a door From another endless floor So I walk it 'til the end Am coming back where I began Then I fall into a dream Within a dream within a dream Of the murder from "the silence of the lambs" Silently deeply creep in my heart and soul Silently deeply creep all my love has gone In my private picture dome After days alone I am meeting depardieu And he asked me here to stay An ambiguous sequel in many ways Concerning my own situation The translation "de son nom" Implies that all the gods are gone And I'm falling into the scenes Inside my movie gathering Living timeless in a "casket irony" here Silently,, see the hours flow Siently, nights ago Silently days and weeks slowly counting by Not a second not the years Reign our measured time Silently deeply creep in my heart and soul Silently deeply creep under skin and bones Say why minutes take one life But years run out of hands Here I play "capture time" try to understand Silently deeply creep in my heart and soul Silently deeply creep all my love has gone