three o'clock on a late sunday morning
the candles have burned to their end
found the pictures we've taken
and now I'm awaken and
sleep's my invisible friend
so I'm staring the hands off my wall clock
seems both of us just hang around
got no one to warm me
and nothing to hold
my body needs what it don't have

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN