Tired eyes are closed,
Smiles are gone away,
And a dark night’s coming
Following a gloomy day…
In the middle of Nowhere
There’s no past, no future…
Deathly silence’s anywhere,
Tearing feelings all apart.
In the middle of Nowhere
Time is never running…
Think if you want to go there
‘cause you never will come back…
In the middle of Nowhere
© Copyright: Lena Prosto, 2003
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