This is Thursday morning Bright light in my room This is Thursday morning Silly sun too soon I feel dull an hollow Like an empty tin Nothing I can follow Nowhere I could spin
Mirrors in the toilet show my face On this very morning desperate case
I'm walking to the window Look down to the street A hundred thousand people Following their feet Moving in a big machine Trying to protect their dreamn
Who can tell me what's the meaning Who can help me drop the ceiling
Wall to wall I'm walking Take a bottle off the shelf To the floor I'm talking To the floor and to myself Watch it, what's this day Two thousand days to stay
Oh oh oh I lost my meaning Much to much too bad a feeling
Much much much too much to feel it
My head feels full of glue Still by the window, touch my face Touch my eyes, start to race
Oh oh I mean the meaning Much to much too bad a feeling Much too much, alright Much too much, oh oh Much too much, o-oh o-oh Much too much Much too much much much much much Much too much Much too much Much too much Much too much...