Omega — Late Night Show

Sparkling sunset above the basin Where ten thousands wait for the concert Further back near at the platform an older man Shakes his head and pours himself some more Ten thousand hearts beat together The sound explodes and scatters splinters In the glowing night ten thousand chairs Seem to lean closer from here At the end the broken magic, one move From the stage, back down to the ground again Spots of newspapers gleam; everything is deserted This night has passed forever In this world there are so many people live And I am more tired then anyone else I watch our mangled photo, lays in the dirt Than the wind lifts it up gently