...when is the daylight really true
when is it sober
and even then the moment comes
when things look different
you lose the vision of me , there is not a single piece of it anymore

cuz my heart is still and boring
I haven´t carried any other to try out
I can make only silent strides

then I say there is something to pity
the dark is never real when it is drunk
and I am an old and fragile owl
worn out in moments that you´ve already known

you never cry I quess
and you never feel the love that hasn´t left
there are better faces that are fun tonight...