Among the Shades

Ich mag Englisch, aber es bringt immer dieses "Ist das so richtig?" mit sich.

Nice, how so many people tell me

 that this is the beginning of my life

when I'm as lost as can be

and it cuts like a knife

 that it feels like the end.

And yes, the feeling of doom

is a well-known friend,

which goes along with the gloom

that for the very first time

things didn't dare

to commit the crime

proceeding the affair

of turning bad to worse. 

Here is where I wanna be.

It sounds like a curse 

that I need to break free,

that I couldn't know 

what is to come

because it wouldn't show

and I shouldn't be glum

because it might turn out 

to be even better

and without a doubt

life is like the weather. 

Maybe after all the rain

the sun will shine,

it will come out again, 

and it's gonna be fine

because that's the way it rolls:

clouds, shunshine, clouds,

to get some diversion for the souls

clouds, sunshine, clouds, clouds,

finally the brightest sun you'll ever see,

right?

Just one thing to this theory:

What if I never see the light?

I might just die

half way through the rainy days.

Could you look me in the eye

telling me it's just a phase

and explain to me

how I am supposed to know

whether I will really see

that the sun is gonna show?

How can you feel comfortable

telling me once again

not to be dull

and asking me when

I'm gonna look foward

to something that may never come?

For my part,

I'm gonna take my old chum,

the umbrella, with me

and then we will see.