Quidam

Your world is yours
not mine Quidam.
Your dreams are yours.
You may have touched the stars
but they weren't moved.
And if you reach for me
I may not choose
to hold your hand.
I might smile
or I might turn away.

An average guy, Quidam.
I'm everyman.
I'm anyman.

Quidam, Quidam
The night retreats.
From one dream to another you waltz.
From deep within you
it's indeed the evil
that shapes your silences.
There's nothing left.
There's nothing right.
There's nothing wrong.
I'm one, I'm two.
I'm all yet none of you.
The truth, the lie,
the tear, the laughter,
the hand and the empty touch.
Here I am alone
waiting for the curtain call.

An average guy, Quidam.
I'm everyman. You're the unknown.
I'm anyman. You're the stranger.

Quidam, Quidam
The night retreats.
From one dream to another you waltz.
From deep within you
it's indeed the evil
that shapes your silences.
I dance on this canvas of pain.
Tightrope walker without a map or compass.
The sweet madness my only refuge.
I'm born in the shadow of the clown.

Quidam, Quidam
The night retreats.
From one dream to another you waltz.
From deep within you
it's indeed the evil
that shapes your silences.

Quidam, Quidam
at the shores of dreams.
At the threshold of shadow, you waltz.
Around you
it's indeed the evil
that shapes your silences.

Quidam, Quidam
The night retreats.
From one dream to another you waltz.
From deep within you
it's indeed the evil
that shapes your silences.