Every little word I say baby, you think that is wrong Every song I sing baby, you think that is cold You know time is running and you should catch the train A train in the middle of a world that you don't care It's a great Sunday morning and all is wet in your head You think about what are missing in yoour red empty hands You know clocks are falling apart and you should cath the plane A plane in the middle of sky that you see grey You know things won't be like before And the end could be next door You know it's time to ask why Why the days pass floating in your coffe and wine You are trying to build bridges to your lonely soul You think about the hours that you were in your hole You know winter is coming, you should put on your coat Your coat in the middle of a dark room without floor You know things won't be like before And the end could be next door You know it's time to ask why Why the days pass floating in your coffe and wine You know it's time to ask why Why the days pass floating in your coffe and wine