The world is yours, not mine Quidam.
Your dreams are yours.
You may have touched the stars but they weren't moved.
If you reach for me, I may not choose to hold your hand.
I might smile or I might turn away.
An ordinary man, Quidam.
I'm everyman.
I'm any man.
Quidam, Quidam
The night recedes
From a dream to other you swing
From all your cliffs
This is the evil
That claims for your silences.
There's nothing left.
There's nothing right.
There's nothing wrong.
I'm one, I'm two.
I'm all yet none of you.
The truth, the lie,
The tear, the laughter,
The hand and the empty touch.
Here I am alone
Waiting for the curtain call.
An ordinary man, Quidam.
I'm everyman. (The unknown man)
I'm any man. (The strange man)
Quidam, Quidam
The night recedes
From a dream to other you swing
From all your cliffs
This is the evil
That claims for your silences
I dance by these sheets of pain
On the tight rope with neither map nor compass
This sweet insanity is my only escape
Born to the shadows of a clown
Quidam, Quidam
The night recedes
At the edge of the shadow, you dance
From deep inside of you
It is indeed evil
Which raises your silences
Quidam, Quidam
On the shores of a dream
At the edge of the shadow, you dance
Around you
It is indeed evil
Which raises your silences
Quidam, Quidam
The night recedes
At the edge of the shadow, you dance
From deep inside of you
It is indeed evil
Which raises your silences
This work has been done by Alma Barroca. In case you want to use it elsewhere, please ask for permission - if given, my name must be always mentioned as the author. If I find my works being reprinted without permission I will request for it to be removed.