Every morning when I
Wake up tired – when my
Dreams become real
Quiet. I stuff my ears and
I close my eyes. I feel the
Worms inside my head
What’s this noise which is trampling my voice
Which is trampling my voice again & again
In my mind I saw many better
Ways. So I wish that better
Days would wake me up
Someday!!
Then I’ll become another (one)
Cause my eyes can hear
Eyes can hear. Eyes can hear.
I can’t stop thinking about it
Every single moment of my life
I couldn’t taste what is going on
In my mind I saw better days – eyes can hear …