I. Late gazes, window paines
And in the end their not looking
No one gets to the wasted of mind
So insufficient this time

So we said lets forgive this touch 
And all the lies we're making
Then the bitter of cold then hot
With all the sun that is burning
 [bad word] Gaze into passing places late at night
Gaze into [bad word] faces when you see your right
Gaze into your own eyes

II. The sun and the TV-screen
And in the end we're all dreaming
Not a face not a final hour
And in the end there's no warning

Wouldn't it be so much better
If we could look at what we're seeing
Late gazes wore me down
Oh wont you see what your doing
 [bad word] Gaze into passing places late at night
Gaze into [bad word] faces when you see no right
Gaze into your own eyes
When its too late