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