Another day has passed, working – another day has passed, calling my friends still, there is no hour melting – I am free. How can I kill the thought of springtime? Can I erase to create a blank space in mind? At night my dreams are keeping me awake, at day my eyes are running dry. I can’t cry and I say „nothing matters“ and I smile though my world lies in shatters. How can I keep my heart from yearning? Can I just will my thoughts to think something new? At home I pace my rooms in restlessness, the crowd just makes me feel alone. Spoken: My home is just an empty space for me, I feel estranged, don’t know the reason why. At night my dreams are keeping me awake, at day my eyes are running dry.