Lyrics: Yan Wagner
Music: Leo Hellden/Julien Barthe
Been feeling numb
For much too long
Almost a lifetime
with no one to hold
In this lonely place
I hardly call home
Sometimes I dream
That I hear your call
Desperately searching
for my next of kin
for someone to blame
They've been talking about it
They've been noding about it
Almost fighting about it
They did nothing against it
I found a box
Old souvenirs
Some faded pictures
from distant years
In this lonely place
I hardly call home
Sometimes I dream
But it's not for long
Desperately searching
For my misfortune
for someone to blame
They've been talking about it
They've been noding about it
Almost fighting about it
They did nothing against it
And it doesn't make sense at all
It doesn't make sense at all
It doesn't make sense to say
they were all over it
they were all over it
they were all over it
they were all over it