| I wake up in the night | |
| watching pictures on the wall | |
| of a past I always feel I never saw | |
| another day is coming out | |
| while lights flow fast on the road | |
| spending days at the phone | |
| searching what is missing and gone | |
| waiting the day | |
| when nothing is yet become | |
| coming back home I can feel | |
| desolation in my mind | |
| it's cold in the car but I'm darker inside | |
| counting hours to the end of the day | |
| I search a place to hide | |
| spending days at the phone | |
| searching what is missing and gone | |
| waiting the day | |
| when nothing is yet become |