Poison In My Wine
there is poison in my wine
there is cold snow in my shoes
the are footprints on my window-frame
- the dog is loose
I scream
but I can't hear a word
I cry
my eyes are filled
my toes are fake
my legs are thin
I'll never win
in vain, I try
to compose the greatest symphony
the crowd who point their fingers
the crowd who I hear laugh
are making my knees shiver
are making my hands weak
there is one little star in the sky
when I sleep, I can hear somebody cry
alone
I can do nothing
alone
I stand alone