It is pretty quiet
Just a plastic bag is floating in the wind
Do we walk alone
Are we in denial
Will we ever get a chance to win
Men pass me in slow-motion
They all play own movies in their heads
And their pace will make them forget
All the affinity they had
It´s written all over my face
Darkness creeps into my place
Pale is the sky
It´s not too late
But you got to try
Waiting for that year
It is not far
But it´s neither near
My mood is the same as April weather
Why did it all seem different yesterday
Sweet illusions are so much better
Before I get burnt and led astray
It´s written all over my face
Darkness creeps into my place
Pale is the sky
It´s not too late
But you got to try
Waiting for that year
It is not far
But it´s neither near
It is pretty quiet
Just a leaf is falling from the tree
Do we walk alone
Are we in denial