Three persons have occupied certain slots of my mind for some time now Sometimes my stomach hurts I want them to disappear Or at least move on to the not so present slots Oh, my body is so, so empty My heart has drained of all its competence Woke up too early this time It's finally winter, but no snow And I can't even touch my heart Let go of all restrictions Empty catering lounge and a (?) building Let go of all restrictions
Finally home, turn outside Sick of winter inside It's all a blur to me, a blur to me It's filled out, conquered (ELLER?)
It's finally winter, but no snow Silk around the heart Let go of all restrictions