Everything looks different in the dark br Sometimes I imagine that things that are standing still are moving br And they are not; it is only in my mind br The dark sometimes can be frightening br The dark is like a burned paint br The dark must grieve alone for its lost friend br No one around to hear its silence br But the silence so peaceful that tears the heart br I look back as I am walking to see if anyone is following me br But thanks god no one is br Only the sound of my footsteps I hear br The trees in the dark looks strange to me, I only see a dark shadowbr br Aldo Kraasbr br