Fading

Like an old polaroid, 

like the end of a Depeche Mode hit

In the headphones 

of a young punk

on 430 

Kings Road 

Who suddenly becomes just an old misfit

EUROPE IS FADING

Like his distant and innocent memories

Like Patricia Hollmann 

in Erich Maria Remarques book

Like Gudrun Enslin

in the „Stammheim“ prison 

on the death night

Already hanging on that famous hook

EUROPE IS FADING

Like her breath in the middle of German Autumn

Like the signals 

from Cape Canaveral into black space

Like the vision of Earth

in Major Tom's eyes

It's still blue,

But he can't clearly hear the base

And EUROPE IS FADING

Like radio waves in the vacuum.

Like that old street lantern

in Antonioni's "Eclipse"

Like Monika Vitti

waiting for Pierrot

in the dusk

On the Rome's eternally ancient streets

EUROPE IS FADING

And I can't make it out in the dark 

It's all gone, darling, 

All covered with dust

And ashes

All gone.

Let's stand up cheek to cheek,

And

Look 

In

The

Mirror:

WE ARE ALONE.

Me and you, my beauty,

We are the last people standing.