The door went 'clap'
The windows dark
And me again
In front of a shark
Far way down
In another world
The rain, rain, rain, rain
The rain had stopped
And my hair got curled
The drip drip's gone
The silence' back
A cold, thin rope
Keeps checking my neck
When the box got closed
I saw a gloom somewhere
Meant to hear a whisper:
,You should save some air.
For better days
For better days.'
I quit my ears
Forgot the voices
And thought:
'In here's
Nicer noises'
But the smells then
Disappeared as well
My bones, bones, bones, bones
My bones were shaking
Dear as hell
The drip drip's gone...
Where's the cuckoo gone
And the lullabys
That curtain stays
Right in front of my eyes
And someone's
Whispering again:
'You wanna rip it off?
I can give you a hand.'
For better days
For better days
For better days.
Why is that noone hears the huming I hear
That wrong tune is hurting my ear
I'd rather be deph than insane
Keep that melody in my brain
For better days
For better days
I want the 'tick-tack' back
And the neighbourhood
Release my neck
And the sounds for good
Find the tune that fits
My selfish ear
Stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop spitting out what I should hear
The drip, drip's gone...
Where is the cuckoo gone...