Wolsheim - Heroin, she said

Walking down the streets at night
I see her stumbling through the rain
A skinny figure in the dark
Her face a shade of grey

Begging here and barking there
She´s swearing all the time
Her fingers fumbling with her hair
A dirty mess of grime

And she starts to cry and she´s asking why
Her life´s always the same
But she does not see, that unfortunately
There´s no one here to blame

"Heroin" she said, "was the best I had...
No more mountains left to climb.
The world so slow... all my dreams just too high
To be fulfilled in time...!"

She grabs my arm... and I feel alarmed
Her fingers gripping tight
I see her pleading eyes... so I start to disguise
And say, that everything´s alright...

And the reason why I pretended and lied
Is that I don´t want to kill
The poor dream that´s left in the deepest cleft
Of the thing that she calls will...!