People Shook down and left lonely Only with the maybe we could I stay inside cause I I can I A stranger to the people I know Who used to say Now I And silence brings no peace Because another life Went through my window pane And I don I In attic rooms I just shut my door For seven weeks or maybe seven more It The fight No measure for grief and I can Break down, to the great god of the hand me down Holding the past around wound up at the lost and found Where the colors all run to grey I Colorized, the city Life is long and something is wrong But I want to know what In another life Cause it And it will never die I To see you again It It Will to burn Time goes by and I realize, that I You thought nothing would be the same But life comes round again Quick wits and all curious All caught up in what you say And makes me grab the time Before it slips away I can And I