Tagebuch

Es ist kalt im Büro. Still und aufgeräumt. Meine Worte am Telefon hallen durch den noch zu leeren Raum. In meinem Kopf geistert ein alter Alarm-Song, während ich Wireframes für die Website eines Mobilfunkanbieters zusammenbastle.

I've swept the floors of all my kings
I've opened doors and let the tourists in
Days of wine and roses
Prime ministers, red robes
These days are gone

I've stood on guard as my Queens were born
I've cut the grass on many English lawns

Of strawberries and ice cream
Of cricket and cold beer

These days
London Tower's burning. Parliament's ablaze
Buckingham Palace has gone
Somewhere in the distance my darling she's a crying
I should be by her side

This is the day the ravens left the tower
This is the day the ravens fly away