Your star sign and your calendar Show exactly that you're on top But you're not The quieter your days are The more you know that this is not how it should be And forty million different stories Each of those could curse a lie Tradin' stickers at the front porch Could have been your first resistance It happened while you spent your days at home And still you force yourself to go to places That you think you belong, but you're wrong The pressure and the preferences, it's been a while Since you read those parts in those books Where everyone tried to exhaust it As if these efforts made a difference The awful thought of not returning Escorted summer holidays It happened while you were away And your bed was so perfectly made On the terrace they send you to see All the guys that would party with me In this fortress that they call a house And its doorsteps were tumbling down And its back door that always was shut Protect white paint from down to the top So what happened to you and your friends With the cigarette stains on their hands And the pale girl we met at the bar That I always adored from afar