Another day has passed, working – another day has passed, calling my friends
still, there is no hour melting – I am free.
How can I kill the thought of springtime? Can I erase to create a blank space in mind?
At night my dreams are keeping me awake, at day my eyes [bad word] dry.

I can’t cry and I say „nothing matters“
and I smile though my world lies in shatters.

How can I keep my heart from yearning?
Can I just will my thoughts to think something new?
At home I pace my rooms in restlessness, the crowd just makes me feel alone.

Spoken: My home is just an empty space for me, I feel estranged, don’t know the reason why.
At night my dreams are keeping me awake, at day my eyes [bad word] dry.