The city softly shines but fails
To cheer me up
And people talk so loud today
They don't
See what has become of me
Without you
See what has become of me...
I often wondered what happiness is
And maybe
It's just a flat and seven cats
And to feel loved by you
See what has become of me
It's so cold
There's not too much left of me...
But I have to find a way anyway
And no-one
Sees what has become of me
Dear love
Can you see what's left of me?
There's a flat and seven cats and nothing else