Survivin' these years that was an art
Sorrow glides across my heart
I picture one of my best times
It was the year of '89
Nothing bothered our slepless night
A silent place we'd got nothing to light
Who could have thought it was gonna be this way
We were waiting for
Somethin' good
And had nothing to say
My empty glass breakes on the floor
A black something is comin' through the door
In a dry bed crawls the night
Like gnawed bones I think is my life
My life seems to be a drafty waiting-hall
In this marked card game I'm small and it's the all
My future was written a long time ago
My name's gonna be mentioned
In a useless row
Oh oh Our future is squeezed orange
Oh oh This planet that I should change
Oh oh Sometimes it's good, sometimes the end of it's bad
Oh oh Confusion all around you, confusion in your head
The hope is switchin' on an old track
Sorrow has my heart again to attack
The flashing lights become deep red
A loudly played death's song drives me mad
But I feel this song is not for me
Causing me pain though it's played just to be
Then the wind plays music in my dark flat
Creating its song with the walls and my bed
Well known pictures on the ceiling
My fantasy projects them and I know the meaning
My fancy fired into its dose
Imagine a meteor and how it goes
This was stollen from my mind
But I don't care and I don't mind
'cause I don't wanna
Travel on a
Thing like this
