Would it be the memory that I keep?
Would it be the atmosphere that I seek?
All those places I have seen
Long live the images within
On and on I have been walking
Towns and villages, I'm exploring
And it all feeds my own visual world
Like a movie made in my head
Stories without an end
Days and nights, seasons changing
Restlessly I'm searching for the right scene
And it feeds my own visual world
You might be part of it, in this other world
You might play a role, but you wouldn't know
I sure have been there and captured the atmosphere
Mislead by solitude, nourished my nightmare
Stored the pictures in my memory
A Film made by reality
