While the Watchman Sleeps Songtext
von Parabola West

Gold candelabra, pictures in the magazine
I was drawing myself at your piano
Your black and white photograph
You spin me around dancing
Pretending that your footsteps were mine

We sat at the mirror, we dress up enchanted
And all of the colours come at once

I′m only remembering now
And something's happening now

Something stirs while the watchman sleeps
Flooding things that were buried deep
And they tell me it′s all for the best
And they tell me it's time to rest


I watch the winter, I gather its memories
But I can not count the steps between us
I picture you dancing someplace I've never been
I see the details in my mind

I′m only remembering now
And something′s happening now

Something stirs while the watchman sleeps
Flooding things that were buried deep
And they tell me it's all for the best
And they tell me it′s time to rest

Something stirs while the watchman sleeps
Flooding things that were buried deep
And they tell me it's all for the best
And they tell me it′s time to rest