Open my eyes and it’s dark
The only thing I see
Is the light of the street lamp
Outside my window

Look for the switch of my bedlight
The only thing I feel
Is the cold and the darkness
Where is the light?

Longing for the light
I cannot stand the season
And when a light gets in my eye
And then a sunbeam makes you cry
For a good morning in spring

Binding my lace I’m cold
I wash my face looks old
And I don’t like that trembling
Inside my body

Baby’s not there, she’s gone
I don’t know what went wrong
Colors are dark and shady
Where is the light?

Longing for the light...

Hans-Werner Graf