They live in a world just for their own
And keep secrets
Hopelessly isolated in a group
Give me your hand
And find solutions
Try to loose your distance
Waiting is a tantalizing thing
Illness institutions won't pay for them
The whole time
For someone only suicide shows away
Give me your hand
And find solutions
Try to loose your distance
waiting is a tantalizing thing
When they catch secrets.
(Music: H. Maile, Words: M. Meyn)