The Party

The party is over
Friends and foes are parting
The wine is spilled
And the taxis are waiting
The night was long
Now the dancers are tired
Many beauties broken
Many lovers hired
But all your scars will heal
Our embrace is meant to stay
Now that the dawn makes us kneel
And greet the blood-red day
Nothing is left
All the small talk is spent
The poets are sleepy
Dreaming of singing sand
The light is gone
The floor covered with dirt
The bride is bare
The groom has torn his shirt
But all your scars will heal
Our embrace is meant to stay
Now that the dawn makes us kneel
And greet the blood-red day
The laughter is dead
And smoke fills every empty room
Our colourful ideas
Are safe again like in a mother's womb
Let us be true
Praise the silver skinned nude
Go back home
And you will find solitude