I’m a smart, smart man Driving a fine, fine car But I never used the backseats Although I travelled far I’m a smart, smart man Driving a fine, fine car Yeah I’m a smart, smart man Driving a fine, fine car Still shining like a perfect diamond…

A song without longing Echoes through the café All the drunks, all the junkies Sing as if they were praying The overweight waitress Dances, plays air guitar You left me with nothing But just a beer at the bar On a cardboard beer coaster You…

A song without longing Echoes through the café All the drunks, all the junkies Sing as if they were praying The overweight waitress Dances, plays air guitar You left me with nothing But just a beer at the bar On a cardboard beer coaster You…

Snow has covered the branches The warm sun sets red through the trees There’s a crow on the rooftop And a magpie that eavesdrops Behind the window in front of me Smoke rises up from the chimney The world looks so peaceful, serene My footprints…

Snow has covered the branches The warm sun sets red through the trees There’s a crow on the rooftop And a magpie that eavesdrops Behind the window in front of me Smoke rises up from the chimney The world looks so peaceful, serene My footprints…

These walls which surround me No longer protect They obsess and they haunt me And no longer connect The door, once an entry Now broken and wrecked In the parlour, the pantry The windows are cracked Home has no boundaries But I’m chained to these…

These walls which surround me No longer protect They obsess and they haunt me And no longer connect The door, once an entry Now broken and wrecked In the parlour, the pantry The windows are cracked Home has no boundaries But I’m chained to these…

Oh mama, there’s a battle in my head A raging fight About good and evil day and night and wrong and right Do I follow my instinct Without reason Is the truth just a word For an act of treason Am I whistling in darkness Or blinded by the light…

Oh mama, there’s a battle in my head A raging fight About good and evil day and night and wrong and right Do I follow my instinct Without reason Is the truth just a word For an act of treason Am I whistling in darkness Or blinded by the light…