It's drizzling
The time has turned
Into a furtive, soft,
Deadly whisper

It's drizzling
White bear feet of death
Are running across black,
Damp ground

It's drizzling
On a fairy-tale marketplace
There's my shadow
Hanging on a tree
Near a stall selling belief

It's drizzling
And my naked shadow
Drenched with rain
Is swinging on a bare branch
The night is long and blind

It's drizzling
The market place is quiet
And the belief-stall is dark
I wish I didn't have to speak
I wish I didn't have to listen
Feeling is a curse of perception
The fairy-tale marketplace
Has covered it's face
With both hands

It's drizzling