Lamp on a Crossroad

I don’t know where I’m going
I don’t know where I’m going
With this
Night is getting darker
Night is getting darker
And I’m setting forth at a crooked pace
The evil lights are sparkling in the distance
Wordless like a tree
And the night's got no stars
And when i start to kneel I realize
A lamp on this crossroad might misguide me
In the dimness of this path

I think i understand it
I’m sure I understand it but
I can't explain
I pile up words like castles
Waterproof sandcastles
Crumble in the rain
The moment when I notice that a key
Can work tomorrow not today
I see something unrevealed
Like when good times of plantation are foreseen
And the joy of the town comes from prophets
not from water through sun beams

Whenever I feel lucky
Whenever I feel windy
There’s a violet hill
In the back of every landscape
In the back of every landscape
That I cannot help but see
Then orange bricks turn red just like the clouds
Hanging in the horizon
With the city and the flowers
And my eyes before this beauty cannot tell
The flaw in this sorrow that i think i know too well
The flaw in this sorrow that i think i know too well