like my dreams are a tent I'm turning inside out the pattern made of happier times becomes plain and boring again just like paper rots and turns yellow all my words freeze up inside this machine
knock knock knock embracing a silent space, hitting the walls uselessly, leaving everything unsaid
knock knock knock embracing the pitch black night sky, traveling into the boundless universe... welcome to loneliness loneliness... loneliness
at the city left at the bottom of the sea your smile disappears into a green shadow you speak to me only of regrets like Othello, while breaking up light
knock knock knock overflowing with the heartbreak of our fantasies a flood in my mouth and ears and eyes; the all-pervasive media is soaked up by my brain
knock knock knock because of the loss of gravity I realize my empty uselessness... welcome to loneliness loneliness... loneliness
like my dreams are a tent I'm turning inside out the pattern made of happier times becomes plain and boring again just like paper rots and turns yellow all my words freeze up inside this machine
knock knock knock embracing a silent space, hitting the walls uselessly, leaving everything unsaid
knock knock knock embracing the pitch black night sky, traveling into the boundless universe... welcome to loneliness loneliness... loneliness
at the city left at the bottom of the sea your smile disappears into a green shadow you speak to me only of regrets like Othello, while breaking up light
knock knock knock overflowing with the heartbreak of our fantasies a flood in my mouth and ears and eyes; the all-pervasive media is soaked up by my brain
knock knock knock because of the loss of gravity I realize my empty uselessness... welcome to loneliness loneliness... loneliness