Inside the mask another disguise
I fall to sleep before closing my eyes
Tiredness draws, in my head a cartoon
Sun at the window, good [bad word] soon

Shake your earrings over my head
Lay down your dreams on my pillow
Before bed

The silence of ice at the borders of day
Sun in my face will not keep them away
Sinking into the white of your room
Sky through the curtain, good [bad word] soon

Shake your earrings over my head
Lay down your dreams on my pillow
Before bed