Nobody home

• How would you react if the mailman brought a letter
• to announce your youngest day?
• Would you still stick to denying
• when you read the words you 're dying?
• Would you have the will to keep going on?
• It 's a simple fact: you could have done it somuch better,
• yes, you took the wrongest way.
• And the peacock sings like a nightengale bright
• and the sun and the moon fall in love.
• And the mailman finds nobody home tonight,
• you are gone, you have waited enough.
• O, your sorrow comes. Don't you doubt that it will happen:
• you are gonna get down on your knees.
• Looking up is just too frightening,
• there is thunderbolt and lightning.
• Do you have the guts to keep holding on?
• Hear the bells and drums, meet your killer and his weapon,
• and fight your way to quiet peace.
• And the peacock sings like a nightengale bright
• and the sun and the moon fall in love.
• And the mailman finds nobody home tonight,
• you are gone, you have waited enough.
• This is nothing yet: life will all go up in smoke and
• you 'll sink back into the ground.
• Where the firebird can fly,
• well, there has to be a sky.
• Now you have world to be hoping on.
• This is what you get—even this, a promise broken:
• silence is just the lack of sound.
• You 've been climbing and climbing the golden stairs
• to the top of your ivory dome,
• which the mailman and your fellowmen and nobody dares.
• Better stop, for there 's nobody home.