It’s weird to me
this carnival of men and girls I see in here
Regard it from a distance but I can not get a deeper meaning
if there is
So I want to get there by myself
until I’m all worn out and smell of roses and of hell
dead leaves will fall on every path I take
But I’m still waiting here
for you
I run, I stall I’m trying to control myself
but I am not I am not alone in here
Do you think I care?
The earth is moving
But only for you
wake up now
morning again
Sit up straight
sleeping again
keep in mind we’re doing fine
nothing better to do but killing time
killing time
keep in mind we’re doing fine
nothing better to do but killing time
wake up now
morning again
Sit up straight
sleeping again
keep in mind we’re doing fine
nothing better to do but
killing time
We’re killing time… give me your hand
