When I open up the door and I step into a floor
 See [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 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 1000 days alone
 I am meeting depardieu
 And he asked we here to stay
 An ambiguous sequel in many ways
 Concerning my own situation
 The translation "de son mom"
 Implies that all the gods are gone 

 And I'm into the scenes
 Inside my movie gathering
 Living timeless in a "casket irony" here 

 Silenntly 1, 2, 3 see the hours flow
 Silently 39, 40 nights ago
 Silently days and weeks slowly counting by
 Nor 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 [bad word] 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