Mr. apollus

Hey, player, why don’t you play my old song anymore?
Absence was stolen by silence
He filled his square meter full
Bent over, so tired

Oh, why?
Hat in the lap, skull uncovered, where whole
Ideas flew over mazed
Who left him outside?
Getting lonely, getting old?

Don't give up without a fight
Play a song for me
Don’t give up, come on, fight
Sing for me

Why?
He talks to himself, not listened anymore
Play mute mode and talk to lady fantasy
I’m ready to go anywhere, I'm ready to fade away

Why?
Why?
I might have already seen him dancing, he’ll pick me up through the sky
And through the sharpest night and on tune I will follow him