I'll take the scissors
and cut holes 
in my favourite towel, 
hoping that something
would happen.

I felt this tear on my skin,
but it was no blood,
but a useless, a useless
weapon.

I stepped on the tram
for one stop
to that nice club,
where the game
was about to begin.

Almost age,
people's dying,
in my wicked, weary towel.
They didn't know
what I was missing.

You, you, hoh, hoh,
you, you, hoh, hoh,
you, you, hoh, hoh, ohh, ohh.

You, hoh, you, you,
you, hoh, hoh, hoh, 
you, you, you, hoh, ohh, ohh.

The clapping and screaming
is over,
I'm all alone.
But it's still in my head,
so alive.

So I try
not to wait
for a sign from you,
I switch off the phone.
But I hear
taxi arrive, 
and there is

you, hoh, hoh, hoh,
you, you, you, hoh, 
you, you, you, hoh, ohh, ohh, ohh.

You, hoh, you, you,
you, hoh, hoh, hoh, 
you, you, you, hoh, ohh, ohh...