Anyway, I can tryanything it's the same circlethat leads to nowhere and i'm tired now.
Anyway, I've lost my face,my dignity, my look,all of these things are goneand I'm tired now.
But don't be scared,I found a good job and I go to workevery day on my old bicycle you loved.
I'm pilling up some unread books under my bedand I really think I'll never read again.
No concentration,just a white disordereverywhere around me,you know I'm so tired now.
But don't worryI often go to dinners and partieswith some old friends who care for me,take me back home and stay.
Mochrome floors, monochrome walls,only abscence near me,nothing but silence around me.Monochrome flat, monochrome life,only abscence near me,nothing but silence around me.
Sometimes I search an eventor something to remember,but I've really got nothing in mind.
Sometimes I open the windowsand listen people walking in the down streets.there is a life out there.
But don't be scared,I found a good job and I go to workevery day on my old bicycle you loved.Anyway, I can tryanything it's the same circlethat leads to nowhere and I'm tired now.
Anyway, I've lost my face,my dignity, my look,all of these things are goneand I'm tired now.
But don't be scared,I found a good job and I go to workevery day on my old bicycle you loved.
Mochrome floors, monochrome walls,only abscence near me,nothing but silence around me.
Anyway, I've lost my face,my dignity, my look,all of these things are goneand I'm tired now.
But don't be scared,I found a good job and I go to workevery day on my old bicycle you loved.
I'm pilling up some unread books under my bedand I really think I'll never read again.
No concentration,just a white disordereverywhere around me,you know I'm so tired now.
But don't worryI often go to dinners and partieswith some old friends who care for me,take me back home and stay.
Mochrome floors, monochrome walls,only abscence near me,nothing but silence around me.Monochrome flat, monochrome life,only abscence near me,nothing but silence around me.
Sometimes I search an eventor something to remember,but I've really got nothing in mind.
Sometimes I open the windowsand listen people walking in the down streets.there is a life out there.
But don't be scared,I found a good job and I go to workevery day on my old bicycle you loved.Anyway, I can tryanything it's the same circlethat leads to nowhere and I'm tired now.
Anyway, I've lost my face,my dignity, my look,all of these things are goneand I'm tired now.
But don't be scared,I found a good job and I go to workevery day on my old bicycle you loved.
Mochrome floors, monochrome walls,only abscence near me,nothing but silence around me.
