[bad word]  [bad word] purple_eve
4 o’clock in the morning
When you’re sitting on your own
And it’s an awkward time to get the airplane
On the way to Barcelona
With no money in your pocket
You still think about all the things you’ve said

When it’s raining cats and dogs
And the weather’s freezing cold
You are apt to muffle up to the top
Have some troubles with the loans
See them growing worse and worse
It’s the only thing traditionally blocked

And it’s rather pity
When you have to realize
In this city
You must try to find a place

Not that you know
What it‘s really all about
You know
What it’s all about
Not that you- uh-uh- uh-uh
Know what it’s really all about 

After week of relaxation
Begging lord for inspiration
You don’t want to wake up or go to work
You look fifteen years younger
But it doesn’t make you stronger
As it always is in such cases, nooo

With the foot in your mouth
When you try so hard to speak
Clumsy phrases only falling from your lips
Trying to give yourself a clue 
Either feeling very blue
And with all your might start to weep

Not that you know
What it‘s really all about
You know
What it’s all about
Not that you-uh-uh-uh-ah-ah-ah-ah
You-uh-uh-uh-ah-ah-ah-ah
You-uh-uh-uh know
What it‘s really all about