I prattle words in a range of phrases But still there's something missing over and over again I am making a sentence, sequences of clauses But the world is grey without a freak out Stone cold we are acting the merry play Love grows heavy behind The barred windows, screaming from the bed We briefly kiss each other our strict goodbye And days pass by without embrace - a silent cortege So I keep on my mere prattling, killing time No matter how sad, I hide my feelings It's necessary to live in order, to sail one ship Drown my own betrayal and lie to myself Live for the lie and rest in peace Stone cold we are acting the merry play Love grows heavy behind The barred windows, screaming from the bed We briefly kiss each other our strict goodbye And days pass by without embrace - a silent cortege