8 o'clock, time's slowly passed In full stuffy bus Al people're standing moveless and staring emptiness Inside this apathy nobody cares for me And i go to that place just to see your face
I want you to stand on this bus stop Just to say: " Hello! How are you?"
Hesitating and scared to approach my muse It's a side effect of youth With sweet dreams in my head with you and me in my bed But here's her stop and i feel my flop She goes away again
8 o'clock, time's slowly passed in full stuffy bus