You're stuck, it's a mess,
comfortably, in your sadness.
No one loves you, no one cares,
have no luck, no passion, no friend. Good old times happiness
seems too common to attract interest. You did well, superstar, look depressed talk depressed live depressed.
The green valleys, the blue see,
We will dance in the moonlight,
skate on the streams of our new life.
I think it's time to go out, again.
I know you'll like to love life, again.
Hear the birds, see the sun,
rising up on the horizon.
Will you stay in your sound sleep
and miss the best of their show? No.
I think it's time to go out, again.
I know you'll like to love life, again.